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My Life, My love

As always I must preface this story by stating that I am now in my 50’s, but my realization that I am gay started at an early age. Both prepubescent and pubescent and will be told from my perspective at that time they occurred but they made me the man I am today. I am sorry if any of my stories offends you. I hope they will not only arouse you but give you a sense of understanding of the human urges and wants of this gay male. Enjoy! Amore’ Dolce

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Finding Love Along the Tracks Chapter 7- Chasing Trains

John, Kelsy and Brenda have fun as the two girls share John, Kelsy wants to go take pictures of Trains, and Brenda might have a boyfriend in her near future as we are introduced to another one of Johns many railfan friends, Jack. I know Jason, Scott, Shelby and Emily have not had a large role recently, but they will be making a return in the next chapter with a larger role, and there will be 2 additional series that I will be writing about their relationships as well.

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My Indian Fiance 2

Here’s the second chapter of my story. The back story of how we met is actually true, in case anyone’s interested. Maybe this one might get some actual feedback via comments. I hope. Thanks for reading!

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The College Experience Pt 2

Chapter Two
“Alright this is the room, my dude! Damn I can’t wait to get a buzz on, I’m so psyched I’m finally here!”
Keegan was nearly shaking with excitement as we neared the room he had heard about. Walking down the hall, we began to hear the bass thump of loud music reverberating against the thin dorm walls.
“This isn’t exactly incognito,” I said as we drew closer, “can’t freshmen get in trouble for drinking here?”
Keegan looked at me with a guffaw. “Ha! Look at this square! Nawh man, the bossman on this floor is cool. No worries!”
He knocked on the door with a wide grin. It opened at first with a crack after a heavy lock was turned. A face popped into view, then the door flew open in recognition.
“Awwwh, shit Key! Suuuup?”
The two embraced and slapped each other’s backs. From head to toe, they were almost indiscernibly similar to one another. In place of brand name sneakers, the one who opened the door had loafers. And he sported a very visible drunken sway with a red cup in hand.
“Zack man, yoooo! Zack, get a load of this kid, he’s my roommate. Let’s show him how sig nu’s DO!”
They awkwardly pawed some sort of high five together and made some animal like noises. Putting his arm around Keegan, Zack turned his back to me and announced to the room, “Someone get this pussy a beer!”
Left in the doorway, I took stock of the room. Filling the majority of the empty space were two small dressers facing one another with a large gap in between. They were made into a make shift beer pong table as two teams of two shot balls at opposite cups and talked trash. Stuffing the sides of the room, positioned on top of various sitting spaces, beds, desks and the one window sill were all kids with cups. The loud music underlined any conversation any of them could be having; it was blaring.
Not recognizing a single other person besides Keegan and his eerily similar boy buddy who were currently arm over shoulder and reciting some sort of drinking chant, I slowly shut the door behind me and made a move towards the fridge and hopefully some drinks.
Edging between conversations, drinks, arms, and a few dirty looks, I finally managed to open the fridge next to the window and grab a can of brew. I cracked it open, taking a sip when someone shoved a cup in my hand.
“Pour it in this. That way, anyone busts in here and you finish it up and can’t be tagged with shit. The room owner will get busted down for all the empties,” he pointed to a large stack in the corner as two freshly hollow cans were thrown on top.
“Uh, thanks,” I said to his back as he turned to whatever he was doing. Alone again, I noticed a thick, skunky scent to my right near the small window. An older kid with a ‘RESIDENTS ASSISTANT’ polo stood bent over trying unsuccessfully to blow smoke out of the screened window. “Fuck man, we need a fan,” he grumbled as the large cloud of smoke briefly exited and then entered the room in again. I approached him.
“Aren’t you supposed to be preventing this sort of thing?” I said gesturing towards the twenty plus new students bouncing around the room, drinks in hand, care free.
“I’m supervising. Who are you anyways?” His low, red eyes narrowed further in suspicion.
“Just a new student. I live on the floor below, the name’s Dan. Keegan over there is my roommate.”
He relaxed. “Haha that sucks, my dude. He’s an annoying little shit. His brother’s not a bad guy though.” He stopped talking and looked over my shoulder.
Just then, I felt a pair of eyes on the back of my head. I turned around, looking for their owner. In the corner of the room, I spotted her. Slightly curly hair framed her round and cute face. Behind a layer of rectangular glass were two large, dark brown eyes like deeply polished wood. They shone brightly as she escaped my own gaze. She looked down into her drink.
“Looks like you’ve got an admirer. Getting pussy won’t get easier than these first few weeks, my man. None of these girls know anyone, but once they do it’s harder to get that friend shield down. Just be sure to use this,” he said, handing me a condom, “there’s more clinic visits in September than any other month.”
“Thanks,“ I took it, a bit confused by the nonchalance of it all.
“Don’t mention it, I am supervising after all. You can call me Fish.” He gave me a wink and a stoned giggle. “You ever want to smoke up or chill, I’m down the hall to the right. I like your vibes, dude.”
With that he turned back to the burning joint in his hand and left me to approach the girl in the corner. I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and walked in her direction, my eyes never leaving her face. She straightened up and began fussing with her hair.
“Be easy, you look lovely,” I said with a warm smile when I reached her, “I’m Dan. What can I call you?”
On the other side of the room, Fish passed the joint to his friend and told him, “Yo my man’s going to nail that shit tonight, you watch this.”
She shifted her glasses and smiled. “Olivia,” she said as I handed her my extra beer, “thanks, Dan. You’re the first person who’s made me feel comfortable all night.” As she poured the beer into her cup, I took the opportunity to take in her slender figure and outfit. She wore a white knitted top that hung off her shoulders and revealed a tight pastel-purple cami underneath. Her ample cleavage dropped off to a tight belly and a dark blue layered skirt that stopped a few inches above the knee. It could have been shorter, but as far as I could tell she was a class act. I wasn’t sure about my chances that night, but I didn’t have very many other options and she seemed like good company in a somewhat mindless and hostile crowd.
Our small talk took on an animated and increasingly comfortable demeanor while we continued to pour more and more of that light, light beer. She relaxed considerably, and began touching my arm with every joke and locking her bright dark eyes with mine more often.
The night moved on and people began filtering out of the stuffy room in search of others, bigger and better functions, and beds for the lucky or too drunk. Soon, Olivia and I found ourselves with a few strangers, Keegan, and Zack.
“Ayo Dan! Let’s blow this bitch, they’re almost out of beer,” Keegan yelled at me despite our proximity.
“Yeah Stan, we’ve got a house to go to. They’ve got a rager, full on,” Zack said, clapping me on the shoulder. He leaned a little heavily.
Keegan whispered in Zack’s ear, “It’s Dan, dude,” then to me asked, “right?”
With a smile I replied, “Alright let’s go you drunks.” I was feeling the warmth of the beer myself and didn’t want the good moods to end just yet.
It was then I made the first small step on Olivia by grabbing her free hand. I looked her in the eye and gently gave it a squeeze saying, “Hey let’s keep this rolling. You down?”
She met my gaze with a confidence I didn’t expect from the shy, bashful girl I had met an hour ago. Biting her lip, she said, “Let’s do it.”
With that we were all stumbling through the brightly lit fluorescent halls towards the elevators. Keegan and Zack ran to an open one and watched us as we tried to catch up.
“Too slow!” Zack cried.
“I’m hitting open,” Keegan said as he jammed on the ‘close door’ button, “It’s not working!” He said with a snigger. The two of them doubled over with laughter as the elevator closed shut on Olivia and I.
“I guess we’ll have to wait for the next one,” I said turning to face her. She inched closer to me and I moved in turn, putting my hands on her hips.
“Some friends you have,” she said.
I felt her hot breath on my neck as we drunkenly closed in for a sloppy kiss. Olivia turned out to be much more aggressive than her non assuming looks put on; she shoved her tongue into my mouth and grabbed me around the neck. Grabbing her around the midsection, I pushed back in return. The elevator door opened behind her. She jumped on me, wrapping her slender legs around my body and she began kissing my neck. We both fell into the elevator and I slammed her back into the wall, as she let her breath escape in a gasp.
“Sorr-,” I started to say before her mouth met mine. The doors closed and we began to travel upwards, neither of us paying attention. I slid my hands along her smooth thighs and up towards her tight, hard ass. She wasn’t even wearing any panties.
She clawed with strong fingers along my back and moved her hands up to my head where she pulled my hair in fistfuls. The elevator echoing with our clumsy smacks, bangings, and soft groans opened on another floor with a soft ding. We heard snickering behind us. Flustered and confused, we turned around, Olivia still wrapped around my midsection, her hands around my head. Both our faces were flushed red with excitement and our hair was mussed in different directions.
Fish had his closed hand around his mouth as he quietly shook with laughter. His friend was cheesing it, eyes closed, mouth agape making stoned laughter.
“You fucking called it. You called it!” His friend breathed when the fit ended. Olivia clambered towards the consul, hit a floor, and gave them both the finger as it closed. When we began to travel down, she hit emergency stop.
“Fuck that party,” she said as she came closer. She ripped my shirt off over my head and started kissing my bare body. I backed into a wall as she took my belt off and pushed my pants around my ankles. She kissed my thighs while stroking my hard cock. Looking at me, she spit on its head and let the wetness cover my shaft. I pulled her mouth to mine while she continued stroking my erection between us.
I gave a quick pull to her skirt and it fell to the floor revealing her wet slit and a small bush that rested just above it. I put two of my fingers in my mouth to wet them. Olivia grabbed my wrist, pulling the fingers out. Then, looking in my eyes, slowly sucked from the tips down to the knuckles. Letting the suction up as they slid out between her reddened lips, she said, “Put them in me,” and lowered my hand.
I slowly circled her wet pearl above her hole and she gave an excited moan. She let go of my dick and I slowly inserted my pointer finger into her warm, tight twat and she gave me a gasp in return. Working in and out, I started the second finger as her grip tightened on my arms.
“Just fuck me,” she said.
“Yes ma’am,” I replied happily.
We embraced again as I unhooked her bra and in one fluid motion threw the three piece top to the corner of the elevator where her skirt and my pants lay. Her nipples were lightly colored and seemed to disappear into the rest of her skin. I put my full hand on one and let my thumb flick lightly over the hard top while I kissed her neck gently. She spat in her hand again and worked the head of dick while we slowed things down for a moment.
“Excuse me for just a second,” I said, reaching down into a pocket of my pants on the ground. I took out the golden condom wrapper and drunkenly concentrated for a moment. Olivia continued to play with my member. I took the rubber out of its wrapper, slowly unfurled it down the length of my shaft, and took her mouth in mine with the same amount of force as before.
Once again she jumped up and wrapped her legs about my hips and I slammed her into the door. She directed the head of my wrapped penis straight up and into her soaking wet and ready cunt. Sharply inhaling, she closed her eyes as I slowly put my full length into her. Then I began pumping. Each thrust made her bounce upwards while she held on tightly around my neck. Her glasses still on, she closed her eyes in a wild, drunken oblivion that can only come from fucking a stranger in a dorm building elevator.
Then she stopped me for a moment.
“Let me turn around for you,” she said in between kissing my neck and shoulders. She pushed me back and spread her legs towards the opposite walls of the small area. Then she bent over slightly. Showing her wet lips to me, I stepped towards her and grabbed a hold of her hips. Without warning, I shoved myself into her once again, and furiously humped. I felt her entire body shake as I moved a hand to her shoulder for better leverage.
“Pull my hair,” she said through gritted teeth.
Complying, I took a handful of her thick, curly black hair and pulled her head back as I continued to thrust myself deep inside her.
Olivia’s mouth was perpetually open as I continued to ram her with my full length. Soon, I felt the first waves of orgasm pulsing through my loins. I groaned in pleasure.
She must of sensed how close I was as she straightened up, letting my hard, quivering cock slip out of her, and turned around once again to look me in the face. She squatted, never leaving me eyes, and grabbed a hold of the condom. Snapping it off and over her shoulder, she took me in her wet mouth and worked her tongue around my head, pumping my shaft with vigor.
I leaned back against the wall and raised my head as I finally blew off inside her willing mouth. She let most of it trickle down my cock, and the warm semen slid down my leg. Swallowing, she licked my leg and said, “Let’s do this again sometime,” casually.
“Sounds good,” I replied. “Listen it’s pretty early if you still want to head to that party.”
“I already found what I was looking for tonight. I’m going to go back to my room, but you should meet up with your friends,” she said matter of factly.
“Oh, uh, okay,” I said a little confused. Earlier, she seemed to be a quiet good girl. Then it turned out she was a quiet freak who likes it in elevators. Now she’s totally caught me off guard with this fuck and flee shtick. But I was alright with it.
We exchanged numbers. Then she calmly put on her clothes, straightened her glasses and pressed the button for her floor. “That was fun,” she said, kissing me on the cheek and lightly bouncing out of the elevator doors as they opened.
I was bewildered, naked, and alone in the elevator except for the used condom, slumped against the wall. I pulled my pants up, and hit the button for Ground floor.

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Julia’s Journey Chapter 1

I have set this story around the mid 19th Century in England and tried to keep the language and attitudes appropriate to the period as far as possible. This isn’t intended to be a purely lesbian story, it’s just the way Part 1 has turned out as I wanted to keep things to a readable length. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
Julia lay in her bed and tried to concentrate. There was silence throughout the house and not even a faint whisper from the leaves in the trees outside her window in the sultry, humid August air to distract her. She fancied that if she listened really hard she could hear the soft breathing of her younger sister Elizabeth, asleep in the next bed and tried to pluck up the courage to take the first faltering steps to awakening her senses.
She closed her eyes and concentrated purely on herself. This journey had begun a few weeks ago when her best friend Charlotte had discovered a book while idly looking through her father’s library. The book was written in a strange script that had been painstakingly translated in to English in the margins and preached a hedonistic lifestyle quite divorced from the strictly regimented and closed society of rural, middle class England.
This was a society where men and women were treated equally and their needs were on an equal footing. This equality extended to sex and much of the text described in great detail how men and women could achieve a sense of wellbeing through love making, each page elaborately and beautifully illustrated with the entwined figures and what she presumed to be the local flora and fauna.
Julia had hardly considered this before, as young ladies of her social class and age were expected to act with decorum at all times, and to use their modesty and accomplishments to win the hearts of prospective husbands. The whole process of marriage was a game, part ritual and part political in which the woman had precious little control and love was a long way down the list after duty, honour and expedience.
In the following days, she and Charlotte had read through the entire text and the revelations it contained. Every form of sexual union was celebrated, with none being taboo although the text warned against having children by close relatives which was said to cause weakness in the bloodline. At first Julia had blushed at the direct and straightforward nature of the book but she became increasingly fascinated with this alternative outlook on society.
Science was increasingly pushing at the boundaries of man’s knowledge and one effect of this was to shake the foundations of the religion that had always been accepted as the bedrock of existence. She began to question why she should be constrained in her behaviour and why her situation was so unequal in virtually all areas to her brother. She questioned why modesty and restraint were held to be virtues instead of the pleasures to be obtained from sex in a society that could celebrate such actions rather than censor them. Yet her current situation was built on a reputation that took her family generations to build and would take mere moments to destroy, and sensible of the effect her actions could have on her beloved family she could not embrace her new found knowledge openly but had to wait until the dead of night, like a thief.
There had been a lengthy chapter on the joys to be had by one self and Julia had read that chapter avidly this morning, making a pact with Charlotte that both of them would experiment tonight and meet the following day to discuss the experience. The chapter seemed to be aimed primarily at girls a little younger than Julia, who had recently turned sixteen, but her total lack of experience in this area seemed to make this as good a place to start as any as well as allowing her to dip her toe into this different and exciting world without compromising the life she was obliged to live.
She looked across to make sure her sister was asleep, silently slid back her bedclothes and removed her nightdress with a graceful movement. Julia looked at her slim, naked body and lay back on the bed, her long golden hair spreading out over her shoulders.
Even this was unfamiliar to her, as she had become accustomed to getting dressed with the aid of a ladies maid, her body hidden for modesty’s sake. Once more she closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to remember what was in the book. The overriding theme was to take your time and discover your body and what it desires – ‘each of us is different’.
Using the tips of her fingers she delicately traced a line down the side of her body, past her slim waist and the flare of her hips and onwards down her outer thigh. Julia liked this feeling, it was sensual rather than ticklish, especially when her fingers made the return trip over the more sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
‘Take your time’ she thought as she traced her fingers upwards over her flat, taut belly towards the globes of her generous breasts, deliberately skirting them and continuing upwards to the nape of her neck. She shivered slightly as her fingers found the erogenous zone behind her ears before skirting her breasts again and down towards her thighs.
Julia raised her legs and this time her fingers moved behind her knees and up the back of her thighs before veering away from her pussy and returning to the valley between her twin peaks. She felt hot and dipped her fingers in a glass of water she had by her bedside, allowing the droplets to fall on her heated flesh, running in rivulets down her sides and dampening the sheets causing new sensations as her fingers circled round her belly, spreading the cooling water over a larger area.
An image of George, Charlotte’s brother, formed in her mind and she tried to imagine what his tall, handsome figure would look like unclothed. Julia’s hands gently cupped her tits and she massaged the soft mounds gently, rubbing her thumbs across the area of her nipples, feeling them grow and stiffen beneath her touch. Her breathing deepened as she gently tweaked her nipples before pulling at them and squeezing them harder mixing pain with the pleasure until it was difficult to know where one ended and the other began but she knew was that she was experiencing something new and wonderful.
Julia lifted one of her breasts with its engorged and reddened nipple to her mouth and tenderly licked and sucked at it while her other hand descended in slow sweeping movements towards her luxuriant blonde bush, spacing her fingers as she reached her goal so that they spread each side of her virgin slit and allowed the palm of her hand to cup the prominent mound.
She began to rub in slow circular movements as the feelings of lust in her young body steadily grew but she was not ready yet, not quite aroused enough. She slid both hands under her tits again and pushed them together, squeezing them upwards and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger before descending again to her pussy, this time allowing one of her fingers to trail along the line of her closed lips, shivering with anticipation. Julia increased the pressure on her labia, expecting them to part but they remained tight shut. She needed to see what she was doing so she turned up the light in the oil lamp and took a small mirror from her dressing table and placed it between her knees.
The sight of her pussy in the mirror made her feel even more aroused and she gently slid both hands either side of her outer lips and pulled them apart, using an exploratory finger to rub along the emerging gap. Julia shivered again at the heightened sensitivity of this area, and needing more lubrication, put her finger in her mouth before returning to her sweet nether regions. She carefully traced around the outer lips of her hitherto untouched love hole, feeling more and more aroused, mixing the lubrication on her finger with the growing moisture in her pussy, all the while watching her reflected finger dreamily slip between her puffy outer lips.
Once her finger was wet with her love juices, Julia moved deeper and upwards, searching for the bud of her clitoris. She moaned as she found it, sending a jolt through her body, surprised by just how sensitive it was and made sure her fingers were thoroughly covered in her pussy cream before returning to it, just grazing it this time rather than rubbing it directly, letting out a low moan of sheer pleasure that she stifled in her pillow.
Julia explored every inch of her boiling cunt, moving to her inner labia, and putting an exploratory finger deeper into her hole. Her other hand returned to her clit, and feeling bolder, she now circled the erect little bud with her finger, soaked with the fragrant juices that were leaking copiously from her honey trap.
Julia’s breaths were becoming deeper, the pleasurable feelings became more and more intense as she looked at her juicy pussy, the surrounding hair matted, the lips parted like a flower in full bloom. The movement of her fingers became quicker and more intense as the pleasure grew, a small scream escaping her lips.
She shot a worried look towards Elizabeth who still slept on and buried her face in her pillow as she experienced her first shattering orgasm, her body rigid and clamping down on her finger buried deep inside her twat. How long she lay there she did not know, it felt like fireworks going off in her brain as waves of pleasure overtook her and she slumped back on to the bed.
Julia was elated but still wanted more, even though this had surpassed her expectations. George’s image came back into her mind, followed by that of Charlotte, beautiful flame headed Charlotte.
She tried to shut Charlotte’s image out but quickly scolded herself – her imagination must be allowed to take flight and nothing is taboo.
Her heated thoughts still surprised her though and she explored them further, imagining Charlotte and George both naked and waiting on her, their hands roaming over her tender young body. She imagined giving herself willingly, of George positioning himself between her legs while Charlotte bent her mouth towards hers for a kiss. Julia’s fingers ware busy again, tweaking at her nipples and ravaging her pussy, building herself up to another climax as great as the first before her fingers were flooded once more with her pungent, orgasmic juices. She panted as if she had just run a mile, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat. As her breathing slowed, and she descended from the tingling heights she slipped her night gown back on and fell into an exhausted, deliriously happy sleep.
The following morning, Julia was awoken as usual by her maid, pulling back the heavy drapes.
‘Good morning Miss’ said the maid cheerily. ‘I have your water for washing here and I’ll be back in a few minutes to help you get dressed’.
Thank you Maisie, replied Julia, dragging herself out of bed towards the bowl. This morning ritual was quite enjoyable in the summer but could be a trial in the winter when the room was cold despite the fire in the grate and the water was chill to the touch.
‘Good morning Elizabeth. Did you sleep well’ she said to her younger sister who was stretching and yawning in the next bed.
‘Fine thanks. I have Latin lesson today with Reverend Greene’ she said screwing up her face.
‘Julia, who was the last person you heard talking Latin, apart from Reverend Greene of course?. I don’t think I have heard anyone speak it in everyday language except to try and impress those who don’t understand it’.
Julia smiled, watching Elizabeth begin her morning ablutions and wondered what she would make of the book. She wished it had a title but it just appeared to be a collection of notes that had been arranged more or less into a complete work. Elizabeth carefully washed beneath her nightclothes over the swelling buds of her breasts. Julia noted that her sister had changed enormously in the past year from a little girl of thirteen to a girl on the verge of womanhood. In many ways she was quite unlike Julia who was all blonde hair, pale blue eyes and generous curves, the quintessential English rose, while Elizabeth was dark haired like her father and of a slim, athletic build, an accomplished musician who obviously hated Latin.
Her beauty, like Julia’s, came from her mother’s side with her fine bone structure and well proportioned features. Lady Creswell expected all her daughters to marry well and was already busying herself with potential suitors for Julia.
‘You have a streak of rebelliousness in you. I like that, it shows you are thinking for yourself and you are most definitely growing up’ Julia announced.
Elizabeth flushed with pride at this. ‘I will try my best to please the Reverend for Mama’s sake but I swear I shall not speak a word of the language in public for as long as I live’.
Julia laughed at her seriousness but further chatter was brought to a halt as Maisie returned with clothes for both girls and helped them as they got dressed. This particular part of the ritual irked Julia who waited patiently while Elizabeth was dressed and went down for breakfast.
‘Why does this have to be so awkward Maisie?’ she grumbled as she fiddled with her clothing beneath the nightwear. ‘All of us women are made in the same way’.
‘How do you know someone won’t come walking in miss’, said Maisie looking shocked, ‘and you standing there naked as the day you were born’.
Julia looked at Maisie who was a little older than she was, a plain girl but with a good strong figure and a generally happy demeanour. ‘Would you be embarrassed?’ she said.
‘It ain’t right miss for a lady such as yourself’ said Maisie uncomfortably, helping Julia into her underclothes.
‘In your family you must have seen your sisters as they do not have ladies to help them dress, so why is it any different to me?.
Maisie looked at her with incomprehension. ‘It just is miss’ she said.
Julia sighed to herself and stayed silent as Maisie finished helping her into her dress, tying the cords at the back. The onward march of womanhood and civilization itself usually foundered on people such as Maisie who were totally unable to see beyond what was immediate, familiar and comfortable she thought to herself, and after thanking her maid, she joined the rest of her family at breakfast.
As usual, there was food of every description laid out on plates and in steaming tureens on the sideboard. Julia helped herself to a plateful and, after kissing her father and mother, sat at the table. Elizabeth was there with Edward her older brother, who with his blonde wavy hair, blue eyes and fine figure was a favourite with the local girls at the balls that were held from time to time in the area.
At the foot of the table was Cassandra, the youngest at twelve. There was something about Cassandra that unnerved Julia. She tried to decide if it was her dark eyes or the way that when she spoke to you it seemed as if she had a window into your soul. Then there was Cassandra’s vindictiveness, in stark contrast to the rest of the family. Cassandra would never let a perceived slight or anything she regarded as unfair pass without exacting some kind of retribution, and this could be vicious as at least two members of the household who had been dismissed would attest. Both Julia and Edward had crossed her in the past and both had been left with the undeniable feeling that they had come off second best but as she was her father’s favourite she appeared untouchable.
‘What do you intend to do today, Julia? enquired her mother.
‘I need to visit the Thompsons’ she replied, as Albert has broken his arm and to look in on Marion’s new baby. I thought that I would call in at Charlotte’s on my way back’.
‘Excellent’ said Lady Creswell dabbing the side of her mouth with a napkin. Make sure that you have milk for the baby and provisions for the Thompsons as they can ill afford the loss of Albert’s income’.
‘I have already asked Cook and she has promised to have them ready for me before I leave’.
Lady Creswell smiled at her daughter and hoped that at least part of the reason for her calling on Charlotte so regularly was to acquaint herself with George who was heir to the vast estates of Lord Rainham. Julia was a beautiful girl and still only sixteen but Lady Creswell was determined to see her installed at Rainham Park sooner rather than later.
The rest of breakfast passed with the usual light chatter and Julia was soon collecting parcels of food and a jug of milk from the cook and heading along the dusty road towards the cottages housing her father’s tenants mounted on her favourite bay mare. The sun was warm on her face with a light summer breeze as the mare broke into a gentle trot, its hooves rhythmically beating a tattoo, as she gazed upon the landscape, turned gold and brown as the harvest time neared. She could see many workers in the fields, some on her father’s land as a part of the duty they owed him and some tending their own smallholdings on which they would grow much of their own food, sowing and reaping different crops in time with the seasons.
As she neared the cottages, she passed small children playing on the verges and women making and mending or busy with the housework. Julia knew all of her father’s tenants by name and exchanged pleasantries as she rode towards the Thompson’s cottage towards the far end of the street. As she slowed by the front door, Jim, the Thompson’s eldest boy at 15, arose from the plough he was hitching to his horse and held the mare while Julia dismounted.
‘Good Morning miss, what brings you here?’ he said brightly.
‘I have some milk for the baby and some provisions to help out while your father cannot work’.
‘He don’t hold much with charity miss’ said Jim rubbing his chin.
‘It’s not charity, its good sense’ said Julia firmly. ‘My father has always put the welfare of his tenants high on his list of priorities as you well know’.
This was true, the Creswells had always had the reputation of fine landlords and their tenants enjoyed some of the best housing and land in the neighbourhood. Yet even this did not seem to be enough in the past few years, as the steady stream of folk leaving the countryside for the towns in search of a better life working in the burgeoning factories and mills threatened to leave the great estates undermanned. The old order was changing, the new landowners were the newly enriched industrialists as the gentry slowly disappeared either through their own mismanagement or crippling death duties. These new owners did not share a love of the land or its people or the principle of noblesse oblige, the unwritten bond that bound the landlord and his tenants together. Julia could only wonder at what the future held for the heartland of England.
‘Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. He’s right grumpy today’ laughed Jim as he tied the mare to a fence post and stood aside to allow Julia to enter the cottage. Julia was aware of the quick movement of his eyes as he took in her figure and smiled to herself as she entered the doorway into the small front room.
Her conversation with Albert and Marion was short but pleasant. True to form, Albert had at first declined the provisions she had brought, but his objections were half hearted and mainly for show as his wife thanked Julia warmly and graciously accepted the present. There was much chatter about the baby Maud and the care of young infants that had Albert thinking that even with his broken arm he would far rather be pushing a plough up and down the field than listen to these two women. Unfortunately for him, he decided to voice this opinion and was rewarded with a scolding from Marion on the subject of manners where she scarcely seemed to pause for breath for a full five minutes.
A short while later, Julia bade Marion and a distinctly chastened Albert goodbye and turned the mare in the direction of Rainham Park.
As she neared her destination she urged her mount into a gallop, impatient to meet Charlotte and spill her news, wondering what delights her best friend had experienced and whether they were the same as her own. Charlotte was waiting for her as she reached the impressive wrought iron gates to the estate, flanked by large Romanesque pillars carved from the local stone. The pair rode back to the house, dismounting and handing their horses to the groom before heading into one of the less formal gardens with a swing at the back, slung between two large oak trees.
Charlotte sat on the swing, idly kicking her feet while Julia sat in front of her stretched out on the grass.
‘So how was it last night?’ said Julia, her eyes ablaze with excitement before launching headlong into a long and detailed explanation of her own exploits. Charlotte listened wide eyed but grew more nervous and fidgety as Julia’s tale drew to a close.
‘Your turn now’ she said at length.
‘In truth there’s not much to tell’ said Charlotte quietly. ‘Oh Julia, I wanted to do something but I couldn’t get settled, I didn’t feel comfortable’.
Julia felt let down and even betrayed in a funny sort of way.
‘You promised’ she said, ‘and you have listened to my story with nothing to tell of your own’. ‘You even have a room to yourself whereas I have to share with Elizabeth and there is no-one within a distance where they could possibly hear you’.
‘I know’ said Charlotte, embarrassed that she had broken her promise.
Charlotte felt miserable. In truth she had persuaded herself out of doing anything as she was sure that Julia’s courage would fail her but now she was left with the appearance of being weak and indecisive. This feeling was both unfamiliar and uncomfortable to her and she resolved to remedy the situation as soon as she was able.
‘I promise I will keep our pact’ said Charlotte quietly.
Julia looked at the hurt in the eyes of her best friend and her heart melted.
‘It makes a change that I have proved to be bolder than you’ she said with a hint of laughter in her voice ‘and I find it most agreeable’.
Charlotte was about to reply but further discussion was halted by a maid scurrying across the lawn bearing a letter on a silver tray. She curtsied to Charlotte, who took the letter from the tray, and withdrew immediately.
She opened the letter and read it together with the card it contained and her features brightened.
‘There is to be a summer ball in Leighton hosted by the Windleshams’ she announced. ‘I expect your parents have received an invitation as well’.
Julia hurried over to look at the letter and read it excitedly. The Windlesham’s social events were famous in the County for their size and splendour and were invariably a highlight of the season.
The two girls were soon planning dresses, dancing partners and all the paraphernalia that surrounded such an important event in their lives.
‘We must practice the latest dances, the Windleshams are certain to have brought the latest fashions from London’ said Charlotte. ‘Seeing as you are feeling so superior at the moment you can take the part of the man’.
‘Come’ she said standing up and Julia took her place next to her, lightly taking her hand and with a light hum the two of them began the intricate, formal dance.
Charlotte was concentrating on her line, and Julia admired her slim, lithe, pert breasted figure with her striking, flame red hair, emerald eyes and milky, unblemished skin. Julia’s part in the dance was simpler and she acted as a perfect foil for Charlotte, allowing her to perform the graceful turns with ease. As they changed direction, Charlotte stumbled and Julia steadied herself and caught her in her arms. Memories of the previous night flooded into her brain, her face just inches from Charlotte’s……close….too close.
The surroundings appeared to become indistinct, she was focussed on that gorgeous face and nothing else, the blood pounding in her ears. She brushed Charlotte’s lips with her own, scarcely realising that she had done so, as if some external entity controlled her movements.
‘Julia, you mustn’t’ whispered Charlotte yet her body remained inert in her arms without even a token attempt to break away.
‘You are truly beautiful my love’, whispered Julia and holding her girlfriend with what she supposed was a manly embrace, crushed Charlotte’s lips with a kiss.
‘Not here’. Charlotte’s voice trembled and the two of them half walked and half ran through a stretch of woodland towards a building positioned near the centre of the park. Julia recognised it as a folly, a miniature of the Pantheon, the ancient Roman temple originally built for the ancient pagan Gods before becoming a Christian temple. The two girls mounted the steps and entered the shadowy recess beyond.
‘Julia, I’m not sure…’ began Charlotte before her mouth was once again entwined with her best friend’s, her lover.
Julia pinned Charlotte lightly against the wall, her kiss more urgent, more passionate than before. She let her tongue pass between her lips, searching, probing. The body that she held stiffened and then yielded and her tongue danced with Charlotte’s sending waves of pleasure through her senses.
Julia was relishing her dominant role and lightly ran her fingers over Charlotte’s body, eliciting a positive response as she searches the erogenous zones around her neck and ears. Further exploration was frustrated by the thick material of Charlotte’s dress so Julia boldly reached down and began to unbutton the front down to just above her waist. She eased the garment from Charlotte’s slim shoulders and with a firm movement pushed both the dress and the undergarment down, revealing her pert, firm breasts each one topped with a large pink nipple that stiffened in the cool shade of the folly.
Julia ran her hands lightly over them, lightly teasing the erect teats in the way that she had aroused her own the previous evening. She was rewarded with a low moan from Charlotte.
‘Oh that feels heavenly’ she gasped. ‘Your description from last night hardly does it justice’.
Julia squeezed the nipple and Charlotte squeaked with pleasure.
‘Oh please carry on, it’s giving me the most delicious feelings, I can’t explain it’.
Julia bent her head to take the engorged nipple into her mouth. When she had first seen this illustrated in the book it had seemed a strange sight to see someone suckling like a baby and yet now it felt the most natural thing in the world.
She let her tongue circle the firm flesh before sucking it into her mouth and nibbling very gently on it. Charlotte’s sighs emboldened her further, and she took the other nipple into her mouth, working her hands at Charlotte’s dress, loosening the laces and pushing it further down her body until she eased it over the gentle flare of her hips and the garment slid to the floor.
Julia giggled, amused that Charlotte’s slim legs were encased in voluminous bloomers that extended down to mid calf. She led her deeper into the recess of the building towards the love seat and knelt before her, eased her thumbs into the bloomers and drew them down slowly to reveal Charlotte’s long legs, sheathed in pure white silk stockings and her bright red muff of pubic hair, the same colour that adorned her head.
Julia gently eased her back on to the seat cushions. ‘Now I will truly show you what you missed last night’ she whispered.
‘Someone may come and see us’ whimpered Charlotte but there was no way Julia would give up now. She gently pushed Charlotte’s thighs apart, the red folds of her outer labia becoming visible though the flame bush. Julia ran her fingers along the inner thigh, feeling a slight shiver of anticipation from her lover as she lightly brushed the sensitive skin, her motions unhurried as she circled her prize.
Charlotte’s eyes were closed and she was lightly chewing on her bottom lip as Julia teased her, her body arching as she willed Julia’s caresses to give her release.
Her body stiffened with a jolt as Julia ran her fingers over the lips of her pussy using her thumbs to gently prise them apart. She could already see juices beginning to leak from her hole and breathed in the heady musk of Charlotte’s arousal.
Her fingers moved deeper and upward, searching out the erect button of flesh that was the centre of her passion and grazed it lightly, smiling at the noises of sheer pleasure coming from her friend. Julia steadily worked her fingers in and around Charlotte’s pussy, feeling her excitement building as her love pit became wetter and wetter. With a cry, Charlotte thrust her hips upwards and clamped her thighs around Julia’s hand as she shook with her first orgasm. As she relaxed, Julia parted her creamy thighs again and looked lovingly at the open pussy in front of her. Her heart hammered as she remembered the next sequence of pictures in the book. It had all seemed so distasteful back then and Julia had been sure that she could never commit such an act on a man or woman but now she felt so aroused that anything seemed possible.
She ran her fingers through the soft pubic fur and lowered her head, planting a light kiss on Charlotte’s outer labia. She poked out her tongue experimentally to taste the pungent juices, finding them salty but not unpleasant before parting those sweet lips and running her tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit.
She fastened her lips around the erect clitoris and sucked it gently, swirling her tongue around the bud. She felt Charlotte’s hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair and driving her tongue deeper into her pussy, her cries becoming louder as she neared her climax. Julia inserted a finger as well, flicking her tongue in and out of her juicy cunt, sending Charlotte over the edge, filling Julia’s mouth with her sex juices as her hips bucked wildly, smearing her orgasm over her face.
They lay together for a while before Charlotte finally broke the silence.
‘That is the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever had’ she whispered. ‘To think it was with another woman as well, truly the thought had never entered my head’.
‘Nor mine before last night’ replied Julia. ‘I did not admit that earlier for fear of
shocking you’.
The two girls looked at each other and laughed.
‘So now it’s your turn’ said Charlotte firmly. ‘It would be most unfair if I had all the fun’.
She stood up and slowly disrobed Julia, becoming more excited as her body came into view. Her breasts were a little larger than Charlotte’s, her hips a little wider, more feminine somehow. She looked into Julia’s crystal blue eyes and kissed her soft, sensual lips, her urgent tongue seeking its soul mate. Julia lay on the seat and let Charlotte run her fingers and her tongue all over her body, willingly parting her thighs to give her access to her moist pussy.
The feeling of Charlotte’s tongue on her clitoris surpassed anything she had experienced the previous evening and she was soon writhing with abandoned pleasure as she was pleasured by her friend,
her orgasm swiftly rising in her loins as Charlotte’s tongue lashed back and forth along her boiling slit. With a cry she came, harder than she had come before as Charlotte buried her middle finger deep into her snatch and squeezed her erect nipples to heighten the pleasure still further.
The two girls lay together, their heavy breathing gradually subsiding as they returned to their senses, A sound, some way off startled them and they quickly rose and helped one another into their clothes.
‘We best get back to the house before we are missed’ said Charlotte. Julia nodded and after one last lingering kiss they left the folly and retraced their steps through the wood.

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Daddy molested me (Part 2)

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Inside Me: C02

Inside Me
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My body shot into attention when my alarm clock went off at seven. I pushed the snooze and rested my head back on the pillow. I heard the muffled sounds of my mom’s alarm call for a few seconds in her room before it shut off.
I looked down my body. I was still naked beside my nightgown that then just rested over my shoulder. Sunlight was breaking through the window. I rolled onto my back and propped myself up from my elbows. A line of dried blood ran down my one leg.
My breasts, they were barely there I thought; just little tiny things. I didn’t know where I originally heard the term, but ‘little lady lumps’ suited them well; just enough of them to show that I was a girl, a late blooming fourteen year old girl who was full of herself. I had a crush on my older brother. How pathetic could I get? How could a guy so amazing as him want a little girl like me?
I sat up off the side of my bed and turned the alarm on my clock completely off. My nightgown had fallen down over me. I went on to make my bed. It was something I normally did after my shower but I decided it best then to cover up that little red patch in the middle.
It looked haphazardly done, normal, so I threw my panties from the floor into my laundry basket and hunted down my hairbrush on the other side of the bed before heading to the shower.
It was about an hour and a half drive to the airport with stopping off to eat. Over the radio through the long journey, all I could think about was the night before. I was so sure of myself then. In the heat of emotions, I had it all planned out. In the car surrounded by the real world, I second guessed everything. I didn’t want to feel like that toward my own brother.
But I did. It made me so happy; but so confused. It was so good yet it hurt so bad. I had to see him. When I saw him, I knew he would just be my big brother. Things would be normal, just a fun time. It had to be. I wouldn’t know what to do if it wasn’t.
The wait at the airport was the worst, the anticipation. Sitting in the terminal looking out the window at all the planes come and go. That night, or really morning, only hours before, I was masturbating, fantasizing about having sex with him. Something lingered though in the back of my mind; a thought perhaps that I had forgotten.
But for the first time ever, I had willingly masturbated to my brother; that memory would not leave me.
Then all at once it hit me. Everything came back to me. As my mom stood up and I followed her gaze to the doors where passengers of an arriving plane exited.
Ean.
He had grown in two years. His body was much more defined. His nineteen year old shape still held onto that scrawniness, but it was obvious that he was anything but.
The face he had on drove tears into my mom’s eyes. He had all the time in the world to think about it. Reflect on every single detail. Bask in the loneliness that now plagued him.
He didn’t look sad though. I can’t describe what he looked like but it was like he was feeling something so powerful and so bad, and with all his strength, he held it back. He was a person you would want to avoid. Emotionless almost. Like he would kill you without a second thought. Perhaps though, other people didn’t notice it in him. Maybe it was just because mom and I knew what had happened to him.
I couldn’t tell if he had just given up hope of anything in life and just didn’t care anymore, or if he was just so manically sad and drawn into his mind that he just couldn’t control his outer appearance. The happy, lively brother I saw off came back to me sad and torn apart.
As I followed mom to him and her greatest of hugs, I couldn’t stop staring into his distant eyes. Not even the tiniest glimpse of a thought about my fantasy of him hours before even wandered near my mind.
He only spoke when questioned, only ever a few words. No emotion. We searched down his luggage and left. Needless to say, the ride home was very long and tense.
I wanted to be mad at him for some reason but I wouldn’t allow it. He had left us for two years; not even coming back for summers. Now he was there. All of a sudden. A phone call two weeks prior. “Mom, I’m coming home. Please don’t ask why.”
We heard about why from his school.
He left for two years. Only thinking about himself, now he had come back. He was greeted with open arms, cried for, pampered. How could I get mad though? He had been punished beyond any transgression he had committed.
At the time, I had no idea what to expect of him when we got home. Once he acted, I thought myself thick that I couldn’t figure it out before.
It was shameful to think but it was the truth after a few days of thinking about him. He locked himself in his room. He stayed alone in his thoughts while mom and I remained less phased by him. It was a defense for him to be secluded but it had also helped us. We didn’t have to see him; his mood wouldn’t spread. It was a painful bliss knowing that mom and I were happier because Ean chose to face his demons alone.
We had tried and failed every day to make contact with him; he refused any help. I frequently heard him move about the house at night but I was always too tired or scared to face him. For nearly a week it continued. Then the unthinkable happened.
The day before my first day of school, my first day of high school, freshman year, the day before; mom left. To be fair, she did announce it two days prior. As a journalist, she did have to leave on a trip every now and then, but why then. Some big court case in the big city. Hours and hours away from home. Hotel, days, maybe weeks, gone, alone with Ean, school, alone.
Mom had talked to him about it. Before I stayed with one her friends. This time, I would stay with him, Ean. She said he was pulling himself together, for me. He was needed then and mom said that right there raised his mood some. He had something to do. He always loved projects. Unfortunately, I was his project that time.
Ean even came out for dinner the night before mom left. There wasn’t much talking, but it was nice to see him. Stare at him. Take him in.
Then mom left in the morning. The day before school. Ean was out of his room most of the day but he was watching TV. I went through all my new school supplies at least ten times before joining him.
I was nervous; anxious, almost sick. I was going to high school. I didn’t know anybody there. I had no real friends in my own class for support. I was all alone through everything.
“Are you ok?” Ean asked looking at me. I had been staring off in space. A commercial was on.
“Yeah, just a little nervous about tomorrow,” I answered as he turned the TV off.
“Well, I guess we should go to bed then.”
I looked out the window, then to the clock below the TV; I hadn’t realized so much time had flown by. I was really getting sick then. Go to bed, wake up, then school.
I tremblingly followed Ean up off the couch. I wobbled to my room. I was so alone. The high school was in walking distance, but still, if mom was home, she would’ve drove me. It would have been a tiny bit easier that way.
I dropped my bra beside my bed and opened the drawer holding my night gown. It was so cold. I was in my panties. The air against all my skin was chilling. My stomach was jumping every which way inside me. Weakly leaning forward, I pulled the thin cloth over my head and let it drop down my body. I had to do something. It was all just too much to handle alone.
I walked to my door and opened it. Ean’s door was cracked. He was facing away from me, sitting on his bed lost in thought. Just in boxers and a t-shirt.
“Ean,” I trembled as I pushed the door open. He turned around and looked to me. “I don’t feel good.” I was squeezing one arm into my stomach. I wanted to cry. I didn’t know why. I was anxious, nervous, queasy. At the moment I asked for help, I had given up all the fight in me. My mind was amplifying all my symptoms. My subconscious knew what I really wanted. I wanted someone else to take my burdens, someone else to comfort me. My weak fourteen year old mind wasn’t strong enough to handle it. I asked Ean for that comfort. I had given up all my defenses and relied on him to compensate.
As the words escaped my mouth, my entire body quivered. It was a self-induced sickness with one purpose, to seek pity and comfort from an external source. Whether Ean knew or would find that out in time, he showed no care about it. He jumped from his bed and speed walked over to me. He put his arms around me and lifted me up. He carried me to his bed. His bed. It was twice the size of mine and almost twice as soft.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m so cold. My stomach hurts.” My entire body began shivering. The more I thought about it, the more I gave Ean responsibility to care for me, the worse my sickness got.
He jumped across the room and pulled a trashcan to the side of the bed before lifting my butt onto one of his pillows. He pushed his sheet and comforter down and drug me under it. I was still shivering. Then he climbed on top of me. I was under a sheet and comforter. I was in my nightgown. He was in a t-shirt and boxers. But he was lying on top of me. He was holding me.
We lay like that silently for several minutes. I was feeling amazingly better all of a sudden. I was so much warmer. I wasn’t thinking about school at all. I almost forgot how we got in that position. Every ounce of the sickness had left my body.
“Can I sleep here tonight; I don’t want to move,” I said trying to sound still sick.
“Do you really think I would just shove you back in your bedroom alone in this condition?”
“Are you going to sleep like that?” I admit that I had no problems at all with him sleeping on top of me with his arms hold me tight, but I wanted more; I wanted him under the covers. I wasn’t thinking anything sexual then. If I did, I would have just gotten myself sick again in anxiety. I just wanted his comfort. It was almost like an innocent crush right then. Holding him under the covers would make me blush in happiness.
He pushed off me and walked over to turn out the light. He came back. It was so dark. I felt the mattress move as he got onto the bed. So quiet. He pulled up the covers to let in a chill across my body.
He was getting in bed. He was getting in the bed I was in. I was in the bed. I was in the thinnest piece of fabric I owned and a pair of my panties. He was scooting under the sheet. The same sheet that I was under. We were going to sleep together. The words in my mind held the wrong meaning to what they actually meant to the situation, but, my meaning for those words sounded so much better. We were sleeping together.
I wanted him to hold me so bad but I was scared beyond belief that he would actually touch me. In the dark, under his sheets, in his bed. My body was frozen solid. I didn’t know what to do. Every movement I made would be judged by him. I had the most wrong thoughts in my head. Did he know what I was thinking? How could he?
“Are you still cold?” he asked.
I was his little sister. I was sick. I was just an innocent little sister that had gotten terribly ill. He was protecting and comforting me. I was innocent. He couldn’t read my mind.
“Yeah.” A shiver rolled through my body as I said it.
I felt him shifting under the covers. He was moving toward me. His hand rubbed over my ribs. He gripped my side. I was on my back. I wanted to be firm in his grasp.
I rolled as he gripped me and shifted into his body. He dropped his arm over my back and held tight. He was so warm. Soft skin with a hard wall of muscle just below it. My breasts were pressed into his chest.
Oh no. What if I wasn’t supposed to roll into him? What if he thought I was weird or something for pulling myself into his body? What if he just wanted to put his arm over me and that was all? Why did I move?
If I was still on my back, I didn’t know what to think. I was so embarrassed. Maybe though, if I was on my back, he would have rolled on top of me like earlier. That would have been soo super incredibly amazing. Damn. Why did I have to move?
I was there though. In that position. In my little nighty and panties. Under his arm. In his chest. I didn’t know how long I had been in my repetitive thought process but apparently it was long enough for Ean to fall asleep.
How could he sleep? I was wide awake. How could he sleep in that position? With me in his arms. A girl so next to nude in his grip, on his bed, under his sheets.
His sister. His fourteen year old sister. Of course. I was nothing to him. Of course he could sleep.
I pushed my head up to look at his face. He was peaceful. My nipples were stabbing into his chest. My vagina. My vagina was pressed just above his pelvis. It was so hot. If he was awake, I was sure he would have noticed the excess of heat coming from that part of my body.
If I could just kiss him. He was right there. He would never know. Just a small kiss. Then I would force myself to roll away and fall asleep. Just a peck.
I was going to do it. My body had already reacted before I admitted to myself that I would do it. I was at his lips. Just a peck. I pushed out my lips. I pecked his. My vision blackened from the nervousness.
I pulled away instantly and watched his eyes. Listened to his breathing. I had kissed him. I kissed my brother. The most amazing guy I had ever known. I kissed him. Eyes closed; breathing steady. He was asleep. I had to do it again.
I moved my neck out forward again. I had to keep my eyes focused. I had to see this time. I puckered my lips. Slowly. Very Slowly. Very very slowly. Our lips met. I stared into his eyelids. Hold. Hold it. Push. Push a little harder. Hold. His eyes remained shut. I couldn’t hear his breathing over my own.
We were kissing. Well, I was kissing him. How was I supposed to do it though for real? Was I supposed to move my lips around somehow or someway? The feeling was amazing though.
Then his lips started almost massaging mine. I stared into his eyes. They were almost shaking under the eyelids. He was dreaming.
His hand rode up my back onto my neck. He pushed my face into his. He was making out with me. My brother. What was happening? I wanted this, I think. I didn’t want him to be dreaming. I never thought of what I would do if one of my dreams became reality.
Ean’s body rolled forward. He pushed me back and settled on top of me, kind of off to the side. Something grew along my leg. My brother was getting an erection. What was I suppose to do? Was I supposed to let him have a wet dream on top of me? That would be the most amazing thing in the world. Or would it?
Why did I have to second guess myself always in the heat of the most important times of my life? The hand around the back of my neck retreated to my chest. It didn’t stop there but I just remember so vividly when it was there for the one small stroke. His hand travel down my ribs, over my belly, onto my pelvis. Oh my goodness!!
His fingers slid over the thin fabric of my nightgown to the very bottom. At the bottom they stopped. They changed direction immediately. My nightgown was being hiked up. By my brother!
His fingers tapped into my panties. My wet panties. At first just the tips. Then they slid more, the pads of his fingers were rolling over my vagina. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. I had never felt so much pleasure in my entire life. It was happening so fast. It was the first time I ever remembered someone touching me there, and it just had to be him. My brother!
The pads of his fingers turned into his whole fingers. Those turned into his palm. The giant hot thing burning into my leg moved up and down. He was humping my bare leg under his boxers. I couldn’t take much more. So much so fast. I was only fourteen.
His palm continued rubbing up and down over my panties. Over my mound. Over my vagina. I lost.
“Aaaah,” I moaned. My hips shattered under an orgasm. I couldn’t stay silent. All my senses died. All but the nerves in my vagina. The feeling was beyond life. He masturbated me. He pushed me into orgasm. In his bed. With his hand. My vagina writhed and pounded at nothing. I cooed and moaned several more vowels.
I knew I had to stop. I had to try to focus my eyes. The rubbing on my panties stopped. The pipe bouncing on my leg ceased movement. Damn it! I couldn’t regain control of my body. Damn that orgasm was so good. I needed to stop it. My entire body was tingling and my pelvis was on fire with pleasure. Stop it. Stop it. Please just stop. It took all my strength to keep the cooing I so desperately wanted to release, inaudible. Wow! Stop. Finally. The greatest orgasm of my life began subsiding.
My eyes began focusing on my brother’s face. I could still feel amazing pleasure pulsing through my reproductive organ but at least I could see the damage. I felt the rapidly growing wetness on my panties. Ean’s hand was still there. He could feel literally as my cum oozed from my slit into my panties. That overflowing wetness soaked through the fabric onto his hand. It was soo warm.
I didn’t know why his hand was still touching me there but I wished he would never take it away. I wanted him to feel my wetness. I wanted to feel his warmth, his cupping comfort.
His face was so scared. My orgasm finally left me. My panties were as soaked as could be.
“I thought you were Crystal. I swear. I’m so sorry. Please I’ll do anything to make this right. Please forgive me. I thought you were Crystal.”
His eyes watered on the first sentence; they dripped on the last. Two tears fell to my cheek. He finally removed his hand from my vagina and his boner from my leg. He was moving away from me. I reached out and grabbed his hand. I felt my own wetness soaking it.
“Ean, it’s ok.” I didn’t want to sound like wanted it. I didn’t know how much he knew and I wanted to keep myself as safe as possible from him profiling me correctly. “You’ve been through a lot. It’s ok.”
“No, it’s not ok. I have to leave. I’ll go back to college. I can’t stay with you anymore. I can’t believe I did that to you. I don’t want to hurt you again.”
“NO! You can’t go back! I need you! Mom and I need you. You have to stay. I liked it. I like when you touch me. I feel special. I feel like you love me. Like you’re the only one I can trust. Don’t leave.”
Something I said struck him hard. I said too much. I knew I should have kept playing my safe game. He scared me though. I would do anything to keep him from leaving. He stared into my eyes. I hated it. It was like he was looking into my mind. He was profiling me. Like I was something less than him.
He let go of my hand. He scooted back to get off the bed.
“Please, just go back to sleep here. If you leave me alone after what just happened, you know what I’ll be feeling.” I couldn’t say what I would feel but I knew it. If he gave it thought he would figure it out. He was the smartest person I knew. He would deduce it. Wouldn’t he?
Leaving me stranded after that, I would feel horrible, guilty, sick. I would never be able to face him again.
“Fine,” he said coldly. “If I start at it again, wake me up before I do anything. I won’t forgive you again. You might like it, but it kills me. I was the one who actually did it. I have to live with it.” He turned away from me and dropped down at the edge of the mattress.
What did I just do? He’d never be able to trust me again. He would always look down on me from then on. I would be his weird freak little sister that likes him too much. Why did he keep his hand on my vagina so long? Why did he linger, collecting all the lubricant that poured out? What was he really thinking?
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“You can see the problem, this storm out over the ocean,” the air traffic controller pointed to the weather map on his computer screen. Jim nodded, he could see the tight lines of the isobars indicating the deep depression and the arrows indicating high winds.
“The weather office reckons the storm will be here in about three hours. Down here at the airport it will be minus ten and wind gusts up to 50mph. Up in the mountains minus 40 and gusts over 80. It’ll be with us for about three days. Maybe three feet of snow”
Jim cursed. This was supposed to be his farewell treat for his daughter Vicki. She had just left school and had won a scholarship to a overseas university. He had intended to take her on a mountain safari in his plane.
A few years earlier he had quit his city job to return to the mountains he loved. He had used the sale proceeds from his house to buy an elderly single engined Cessna. He specialized in flying tourists around the mountains on hunting and fishing trips, off trail skiing in winter and general sight-seeing.
Early on he realized he was working for his insurance company, his bank, aircraft maintenance companies and the government. His net income just about covered his living costs in a good year.
This didn’t concern him; he was in the mountains he loved, the safaris kept him fit and lean, he met a lot of different people, a few were difficult but most shared his thrill of being in the mountains.
“Don’t worry Daddy,” his daughter gave him a hug. “We there are lots of other things we can do.”
He looked her. 17 years old, an elegant, confident young woman, but he could still see traces of child he had known all these years. He had fallen in love with her the first time he held her after she was born and their bond had grown ever since.
He had divorced her mother after 10 years of increasing acrimony, but Vicki bore a strong resemblance to the stunning beauty he had married 20 years ago. Her mother’s long elegant legs and slim figure, but Vicki’s wavy dark hair, flowing six inches below her shoulders showed some of her father’s influence.
At the small mountain airport there was no sign of the approaching storm. It was a brilliant, warm early autumn day, not a cloud in the sky and almost no wind. Vicki was wearing a light skirt and blouse while Jim was in a shirt and shorts.
Joe, the air traffic controller controller saw the look of disappointment in her face.
“Look Jim, you could do a quick trip to the glacier.40 minutes each way, 20 minutes for a walk around, you would have well over an hour’s safety margin.”
Jim was very safety conscious and didn’t like risk. But he saw the gleam of excitement in Vicki’s face. “What the heck,” he thought, “I won’t be seeing her for more than a year.”
They took off. The elderly Cessna had skis fitted for landing on the glacier and had been checked by the air mechanic overnight. Jim had been worried by some occasional slight misfires in the engine.
“Injectors mate,” said the mechanic who Jim hadn’t met before.”I fixed them so you’ll be fine.”
The Cessna climbed quickly and the brilliant panorama opened out. Below were bright blue mountain lakes, ahead the high peaks of the main divide. The sky was still clear and the sun glinted off the snow on the higher peaks.
They flew up the glacial valley. The mighty river of ice had hewn out out its valley over countless millennia. The steep rocky walls of the moraine towered on either side. At its widest the glacial walls were over half a mile apart. As it inched down its 12 mile length the glacial surface varied. In steeper places there were jumbles of ice and dark blue crevasses could be seen, but in other places it was almost flat. A light covering of powder snow from the first falls of the season gleamed in the sun.
Jim landed on the highest flat area of snow covered ice.
They got out, felt the warmth from the sun and felt exhilarated by the pristine landscape which they had to themselves.
“Watch out Daddy,” Vicki shrieked as his back was turned. Too late, the snowball hit him in the back. The cold snow penetrated the thin shirt he was wearing.
“This is so lovely,” Vicki walked over to him and put her arms around her father’s neck.”I’m going to miss all our times in the mountains together.”
“And I’m going to miss you so much Daddy.” She hugged him tightly.
He put his arms around her shoulders, felt the tears welling in his eyes and couldn’t say anything for a minute as they held each other.
“Come on madam, time to get out you of here.” He smacked her on the bottom. “That will teach you to throw snowballs.”
They took off and headed to the main ridge 2000 feet feet above. Once there they could see the enormous black clouds of the approaching storm over the ocean. Jim banked the plane into a turn and headed for the airport.
“Shit,” he thought, he noticed that same misfire. Vicki without his ear for the engine didn’t notice. But she did notice when the engine cut out completely for a few seconds before spluttering into life.
“Daddy what is it?” Her eyes were wide with fright.
“Injectors. That fucking mechanic.” cursed Jim.
A minute later, another cut out. Jim’s mind was made up. He couldn’t risk the 40 minute flight, he would have to land on the glacier.
“Joe,” he called on the radio to air traffic control, “I’ve got an injector problem, I’m putting us down on the glacier. Can you get David to come and pick us up.” David was the only other pilot at the small airport qualified to land on the glacier.
Joe shut his eyes in anguish.”Jim, David’s gone fishing. We couldn’t get him here inside two hours and by then we’ll be snowed in. We won’t be able to get you out until the storm’s over in three days”
Jim stroked Vicki’s knee. “Looks like a boring three days with your old man.”
“OK Joe, we’ll be fine. I’ve got the tent, sleeping bags and enough food and fuel for a week.”
Vicki was very anxious, but felt a little better knowing they had put the provisions for their trip in the plane the day before.
“Sweetheart, we will have a bit over an hour before the storm. We’ll be busy.”
“I love you Daddy, I know I’ll be safe with you,” giving him a hug and a tender kiss on the cheek.
There were a couple more misfires before he landed on almost the same spot as they had been half an hour before. They would have to take their chances out on the glacier. The valley walls were too steep for a tent.
They set to work with urgency. Although there were no sight of the storm clouds which were still hidden by the ridge, the wind was starting to pick up and the temperature was dropping.
Jim took a spade and started to clear the loose powder snow on an area about fifty yards from the Cessna which he had tethered to the ice.
Vicki unloaded their supplies from the plane. They each had a parka, not snow parkas but at least they protected a bit from the wind. But their legs were bare.
After 15 minutes Jim had cleared an area down to the hard packed snow and Vicki erected the tent. It was a dual cover dome and she easily set it up as she had done so many times before. The tent was designed for Antarctic blizzards and both were confident that it was up to the task.
As Vicki put their supplies into the tent Jim piled snow into a rampart on the windward side, packing it as he did so. This was to provide some shelter for the tent from the icy blasts that were coming.
As soon as she had finished putting everything inside and setting up their sleeping bags Vicki picked up the other spade and joined her father. The first of the storm clouds could just be seen over the ridge. The wind was picking up and lifting powder snow from the ground.
Frantically they both dug. It suddenly became darker as the clouds covered the sun. “Ten minutes,” thought Jim. He could see Vicki was feeling the cold and told her to go inside and make some soup.
It started to snow, the flakes coming almost horizontally in the strengthening wind. Jim was starting to shiver. The rampart was better than he thought they would be able to achieve, about three feet high, more than twice as wide at the base.
The height in the center of the dome tent was five feet and he had to stoop as he stood. Vicki had set up the two sleeping bags side by side, each on a foam plastic mattress. She was in her sleeping bag as she tended the soup on the burner she had placed on the ground behind her head.
The circulation was back in her feet. She had heated some water and bathed them with a flannel for a couple of minutes then wrapped them in half of the blanket before going into her bag.
“You look so cold.”
He took off his parka and lay on her sleeping bag as she put her arms around him in a bear hug. Then she showered his face with soft kisses.
“I’m so glad I’m here with you.”
Then she bathed his feet with hot water to bring back the circulation.
“That’s better,” she giggled as she kissed each foot. “Your feet are so ugly.”
He wrapped his feet in his half of the blanket and wriggled into his sleeping bag.
With the soup and their sleeping bags they both started to warm up.
“This is so snug. Did I do a good job setting up the tent?”
“You did wonderfully, Princess.” He stroked the side of her face. She held his hand there, then kissed it.
“This is so exciting.”
But Jim was gravely concerned. First he cursed himself for placing his daughter at such risk. Then he was worried about the cold. The storm had hardly started and the temperature would drop a lot more. Particularly at night.
The tent was fine. It was hardly moving in the strong wind. If they had true alpine sleeping bags and thermal clothes they would be OK. But they only had their thin summer clothes and his sleeping bags were designed for lower altitudes where he always camped.
“If I’m going to be here three days, I don’t want this digging into me. No peeking.” Vicki sat up, turning her back to her father. She took off her blouse then her bra. Jim saw her beautifully straight back and just a hint of the side of her breast. She put her blouse back on, but when she turned to face him, Jim could see the outline of her nipples.
He didn’t know what to say.
Vicki never traveled anywhere without a book..
“Could you read this to me, the way you used to read when I was little.”
So he started to read. At first she cuddled up beside him, her arm across his chest. But after ten minutes she felt the cold on her arm and snuggled back into her sleeping bag.
Jim kept reading, but after an hour or so, he started to feel the chill.
“I’m starting to feel cold. Will it get much colder?”
“I’m afraid so, sweetheart. It’s time for Plan B.”
“What’s Plan B?”
“You’ll have to share a sleeping bag with your grumpy old Dad.” He looked to see her reaction, hoping she wouldn’t be shocked.
But her face lit up. “Oh that’ll be just like when I used to snuggle in bed with you and Mummy.”
That was 10 years ago. Now she was an elegantly beautiful young woman. They had always been “touchy”in a fond, affectionate non-sexual way. They would hug tightly when they met, kiss each other’s hair and cheeks and sometimes an affectionate pat. But these were fleeting moments, now he was facing three days of constant contact. However, it was into one sleeping bag or freeze.
Quickly he rearranged things. He took her foam mattress to add to the insulation on the floor. Fortunately his sleeping bag was a one and a half size. Some of his tourists needed that and more.
Vicki was shivering by the time she wriggled in beside him. There wasn’t much room and he was aware of she shape of her body against him. She snuggled right down into the sleeping bag, her head on his chest, her arms around him, his around her.
He was very aware of her breath on his chest, of her firm bra-less breasts against his stomach, her bare legs against his.
“My legs are cold Daddy.” So he parted his legs and she slid one of hers between his. He realized that in her wriggling, her skirt had been pushed up to her waist.
He felt a warmth in his loins and a stirring of his penis as he stroked and kissed her hair.
“No, this is my daughter for heaven’s sake.” He forced himself to think of his last unfriendly meeting with his unfriendly bank manager. It didn’t solve the problem but it stopped it from getting worse for a while.
Gradually her shivering stopped and she wriggled back up the sleeping bag. He lay on his back her head on his shoulder. Her leg was no longer between his legs but lying across.
They were both enjoying the book as he read to her for a couple of hours. They chatted while Jim made some tea.
“Do you remember my fourteenth birthday party?”
How could he forget, a group of 20 fourteen year old girls who had just started to flower as young women and were boy crazy.
“You could have bonked Sandy, you know.”
“I know.”
He remembered Sandy well, very beautiful in a spoiled sort of way, very precocious and very up herself. She had come up to him at the party and rubbed her nubile young body against his. Jim had had to fight her off.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Well 14 year olds aren’t my scene and certainly not Sandy. The way she talks it would have been all around school in no time. And her dad is a top lawyer with no sense of humor. There’s a crime called statutory rape.”
“We had a vote as to who was the sexiest father. Guess who won?”
“I hate to think.”
“You did, my handsome Daddy,” Vicki whispered in his ear.
“Big deal,” said Jim, but was tingling from the touch of her lips.
“Guess who I voted for”
“Vicki, I really don’t want to know.”
“You, my lovely, sexy Daddy,” she whispered in his ear. Her breath and the touch of her lips on his ear sent a tingle down Jim’s spine..
“Victoria, I think we need to talk.”
“Shhhh Daddy.”
“You’re so warm and cuddly.” She kissed his face four or five times then cuddled, head on his shoulder, breasts against his chest, a bare leg over his..
The only distraction he could think of was to start reading again and for a couple of hours struggled to keep himself under control.
The storm was now approaching full force. The wind howled down the glacial valley. Their tent was firm, the top was buffeted but at ground level their tent was rock solid.
Something else was getting rock solid. Jim was in a quandary. The warmth and shape of Vicki’s body, her beauty and her affection and kisses had their inevitable effect. Fortunately he was on his back and her leg was on his thighs below his waist. Perhaps she was unaware of his erection.
“It’ll be dark soon. I’ve got to go out and check the tent.” He wriggled out of the sleeping bag and started to put on both the parkas.
Vicki watched, staring at his shorts.
“So that’s where the spare tent pole went.” She giggled, but then concern showed on her face as she heard the wind howl even louder.
She cut strips of blanket for him to wrap around his face and hands, but she was very scared and tears came to her eyes.
“Please, please be careful I don’t want to lose you.”
She sat up and put her arms up to be hugged. Jim bent down to kiss her cheek, but somehow Vicki’s face moved and their lips caressed. They looked into each other’s eyes.
“Daddy I love you so much.”
Another kiss, this time with a brief touch of her tongue.
He started to say something.
“Shhhh Daddy.” Vicki put a finger on Jim’s lips.
The cold hit him like a blast freezer. The heavy snow flakes were blowing across horizontally. He reckoned that with the wind chill factor it was at least minus 50. His legs were bare and none of his garments provided real protection.
“One minute at the most, or it’ll be hypothermia.” He started counting.
He crawled on his hands and knees. It was impossible to stand in the wind and the rampart gave him some protection.
He quickly did his circuit. The tent pegs were fine. A little bit of a build up of snow against the tent side but the rampart was working perfectly. With a few swipes of his spade cleared that small build up.
By the time he was inside his count was up to 100. His teeth were chattering and he was shivering without control.
Tears came to Vicki’s eyes as she saw him. She leaped out the sleeping bag to take off his parkas and trainers as his fingers were shaking too much.
This time it was his turn to snuggle into the sleeping bag his head between her breasts, his leg between hers. She hugged him tightly to her kissing the top of his head. She was crying.
“You are so cold. I was so worried. I thought you had died out there.”
With a combination of maternal instinct and love of her father she held his cold face to her blouse covered breasts.
In his freezing, painful state Jim nuzzled into her, taking comfort from the soft warmth of his daughter’s body.
Slowly he started to recover. Vicki put his hands between her thighs to warm them, then returned her arms to hold him to her.
Almost fully recovered, he reluctantly left the comfort of Vicki’s breast and moved up the sleeping bag beside her.
He looked down at his daughter.
Some of the buttons on her blouse had come undone in their manoeuvres. Her left breast was fully exposed. She noticed him looking down adoringly at her body, her perfect nubile breast with its brown aureole and hardened nipple..
“All your own work. Or at least half is your own work.” Looking at him steadily and doing nothing to cover herself.
Jim felt events were getting out of his control. He lay on his back and Vicki snuggled in. This time he was conscious that it was a naked breast against his chest, that her bare leg on his was higher, almost to his crotch and he could feel her pubic bone against his thigh.
Physically he was in heaven, mentally in hell.
“Vicki, Princess, I think we need to talk.”
“Shhhhhh, Daddy” she put her finger to his lips.
“Dinner time,” he said, buttoning her blouse and pushing her skirt below her waist.
Vicki heated the stew while Jim worked on the sleeping bag that she was originally in. He unzipped it and then cut down the seam so that it could be laid out flat. Now they had an extra blanket for the night.
After dinner they lay side by side facing each other. The size of the sleeping bag meant their faces were only a foot apart. They had there arms loosely around each other.
Vicki nudged her knee between his and without even thinking he let her thigh go between his.
“Vicki, your skirt spends more time above your waist than below it.”
“Well its very hard in a sleeping bag. In fact its a nuisance.” She did nothing to straighten her skirt
For two hours they talked. About the holidays they had together, about things at her school he knew nothing about, about his early life, about her plans for university.
As they talked Jim looked at his daughter’s face, thinking how beautiful she was, how much he loved her and resisted the urge to kiss her on the lips.
“Could you tell me some of those stories you used to tell, when I was little.”
He retold his make-believe stories from her childhood, about fearsome creatures: the nogard (dragon spelled backwards), the regit (tiger), noil and drib (Readers can work those out). As a child these used to thrill and scare her. Now she just listened in loving remembrance, hugging him tightly.
When he finished she whispered, “You have always been such a lovely, wonderful father.”
It was Jim who leaned forward and gently kissed his daughter on the mouth. Delicately she responded enjoying the sensation as he explored her lips. Then Vicki opened her mouth, he did the same and their tongues entwined.
Jim pulled back, his face a mixture of adoration and anguish.
“Shhh, Daddy, Vicki sighed. “I’m tired and want to go to sleep.
She rolled over so her back was against his chest in the spoon position.
“Vicki, your skirt is around your waist again.”
“Its a bloody nuisance.” She wriggled and took it off and threw it out of the sleeping bag. She was now wearing only a thin blouse and the scantiest of knickers.
“And you mister,” she said tugging at his shorts. “You take these off after the next time you go outside. They were freezing against my legs when you came in. In fact you should take them off now.”
But he didn’t.
Vicki went to sleep quickly. Jim’s mind was in a turmoil as her felt her warmth and softness against him, his arm around the front of her shoulders.
He thought about the situation with Vicki. He had always loved her, but that was as father and daughter. As her beauty flowered he had felt pride rather than sexual attraction. But he knew now that his paternal love was being joined by physical desire.
Was inevitable that he would give in? There were almost three more days of this. Perhaps it was the danger of their situation and isolation together, perhaps the warmth and beauty of her body, perhaps because they were constant intimate contact, perhaps a mixture of paternal adoration and mounting lust?
But his rational mind rebelled, preventing him from taking that final step. Somehow he went to sleep as the wind howled.
He woke with a start. Something was different, and he realized the wind was not nearly as loud, it was a lull in the storm. He noticed that other things were different as well.
He had gone to sleep with his arm around the front of his daughter’s shoulder. Now her blouse was almost completely undone, his hand was on her naked breast and both Vicki’s hands were on top of his holding him there tightly. He didn’t know how this had happened.
He also had a rock-like erection which was hard up against the cleft between her buttocks.
He could do nothing about his erection, but with difficultly extracted his hand from Vicki’s breast. This woke her.
“What is it?” Then she noticed the lower wind noise. “Has the storm finished already?”
“No, its just a lull.” He had seen the weather map. “Without the wind to blow the snow across I need to check it’s not building up on the side.”
“Please, please be careful. Don’t stay out too long.”
He wriggled up the sleeping bag. Both Vicki’s breasts were on display. He paused, looking down, overwhelmed by her beauty. Vicki looked up, fear on her face as she knew how bad it was going outside. She put out her arms to him and quickly he bent down and kissed her on the lips.
Of course Vicki noticed his erection.
“Don’t you dare lose our tent pole outside,” she giggled.
A lingering kiss of their mouths, a touching of their tongues.
He put on his pathetically inadequate clothes and went outside with the spade. The wind had dropped and the snow was falling heavily at about 45 degrees. “Count to one hundred,” he said to himself.
Again he crawled on hands and knees. The tent pegs were fine, but the snow build up was higher. Frantically he dug with his spade. His count reached 120 and even though the job wasn’t finished he had to go back in as his shivering and teeth chattering started.
Vicki was waiting with towels. She took off his parkas, his trainers, his shorts this time and led him quickly to the bag. Again he burrowed down inside. She drew the top over his head. She hadn’t rebuttoned her blouse and he buried his face into her warm firm breasts. She lifted her leg for his to go between. .
“Daddy, you stayed out for too long. I thought you had gone forever,” she sobbed.
She was horrified at how cold his loins were as they pressed into her leg. She put a hand inside his boxers.
“You’re freezing here.”
Jim was only vaguely aware of her intimate fondle. His brain was almost completely taken over by the pain and shaking from his freezing body. In survival mode all his instincts were screaming out for warmth.
As he recovered his rational mind came into conflict with his instincts. His rational mind said this is wrong. His instincts were reacting to his daughter’s body and warmth and touch, to her tenderness as she held him, to the increasing urge in his loins.
Instinct won.
As he warmed, his attention to his daughter’s breasts changed from seeking comfort to licking, kissing, fondling and nibbling. Vicki groaned and her hips moved. She held his head with one hand as she stroked her father’s penis and scrotum as his erection recovered. Jim didn’t object, in fact he assisted as she lowered his boxers.
He moved up the sleeping bag and their wonderful gentle kissing started again. He fondled her breasts, she stroked his face with one hand while delicately fondling his erection with the other.
Vicki pushed him onto his back and lay on top of him, her legs apart, astride his. Her beautiful face looked down at him, her long brown hair fell on either side of his face creating their own tiny erotic world. He could feel her breasts on his chest, her pubic mound, only covered by her knickers, on his abdomen.
Earnestly she looked down at him.
“Darling, darling Daddy.”
They kissed with wide open mouths, with their lips moving urgently, their tongues dueling. Her saliva ran into his mouth, he thought it was the purest nectar.
Vicki moved further up and lowered her right breast to his mouth. He licked and sucked her aureole, her hardened nipple. She groaned and her hips writhed a little.
Then her left breast. After a minute of shared bliss she moved down, he could feel her clitoral hood nudging the tip of his erection.
Her hips ground in as he put his hands inside her knickers and fondled her buttocks. Her buttocks and thighs were so beautiful, they reminded him of how her mother’s used to be.
But that image of his ex-wife, Vicki’s mother, brought him back to reality. He stopped.
“I’m sorry, my beautiful Victoria. I have to think.”
She moved onto her side, her back to him. She put his hand on her knickers and held it there. He could feel the dampness. She squirmed her buttocks into his erection.”
“Oh Daddy,” she sighed. “Why do I love you so much when you are such a bastard.”
He retrieved his boxers from the sleeping bag and after they had somehow calmed down they went to sleep.
Jim woke first next morning. He looked at Vicki. She hadn’t done up her blouse and her upper body was almost fully on display. He felt a conflict of guilts. Guilty that he had been so intimate with his daughter, guilty that he had taken her to the brink and unfairly had stopped. Guilt as he looked down in adoration at her teenage beauty.
She woke and looked at his troubled, loving face.
“It’s alright Daddy. I really do understand.” She kissed his nose.
They lay cuddling, not really knowing what to say. Vicki handed him the book and he read with her arm and leg across him.
“I’ll make some tea.” said Vicki after half an hour, “would you like some?”
The gas burner was behind their heads so all Vicki had to do was crawl half way out of the sleeping bag to make the tea. As she did so Jim was treated to a slow moving close-up view of teenage beauty in perfection.
First her firm breasts passed within a few inches of his eyes. As she wriggled her brown aureoles bounced tantalizingly close. It took all his will-power to stop himself from leaning forward to suckle them.
Then her smooth, flat, slightly muscled stomach. He could see how slim her waist was as her hips broadened out below. Vicki stopped her movements momentarily as her navel was right in front of his eyes. God, how he would like to lick there.
Her final position brought her knickers to within six inches of his face. They were tiny, tight and semi-transparent. He could see the shape of her pubic mound and clitoral hood. Her pussy lips were plump and obvious and he noticed that the knickers followed the line between.
He had to close his eyes. But he couldn’t close off her sexual, exotic, musky, feminine odors, he couldn’t avoid the warmth which seemed to radiate from her loins.
“Tea’s ready at last. You haven’t gone to sleep again?” asked Vicki seeing his eyes were closed.
But Jim was wide awake, in torment, his erection painfully hard.
She wriggled back down. She must have noticed Jim’s erection but said nothing and they chatted as the wind howled.
“Could I have another cup of tea, please Daddy?”
Jim knew what was going to happen. In a strange way he felt like a condemned man being led to the scaffold; he had no control over his destiny. He crawled out of the sleeping bag knowing his boxers were level with his daughter’s face. He felt her hands go inside the gap in the front and fondle his erection. He stroked her hair and gently pushed Vicki’s head forward.
Without haste she extracted his erection and softly put it in her mouth.
He looked down at the beautiful, intensely loving face of his daughter, felt overwhelmed with his love and passion for her and eased off his boxers. He turned off the burner, came down the sleeping bag and they kissed without any inhibitions.
His hand went to her legs which Vicki parted. His fingers traced over the satiny firm inner thighs. She groaned as he moved to her pubic mound, still protected by her knickers. He caressed the soft flesh between the top of her thighs and her labia. Vicki’s hips writhed.
She lifted her bottom as he eased her knickers down her legs. Now he caressed her outer labia and her clitoral hood. With his tongue as far in her mouth as Vicki could suck it, his fingers opened her inner labia and felt their glistening, warm slipperiness, then felt the wet smoothness of her engorged clitoris. Vicki groaned again.
“It’s time for you to fuck me with your lovely cock, darling Daddy.”
“Are you sure, sweetheart?”
“Shhhh Daddy.”
With a care and a gentleness like the first time he held her as a new born baby, he entered her warm, moist vagina. Slowly, enjoying the exquisite sensations of each millimeter. Once he was fully inside, he didn’t move. Vicki squeezed her vaginal muscles and they kissed and hugged. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
That first time everything was in slow motion, as though they wanted to discover every secret and every reaction of each other’s genitals. He found her G spot and caressed it to excitement. Three times he brought her to the brink and then stopped, wanting to extend the moment of bliss. The fourth time she came with a juddering “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh.
With three more thrusts he came, his seed splashing onto his daughter’s cervix.
He sighed, “Oh my beautiful child.”
He looked into her face and was about to speak.
“Shhhhh Daddy.”
She covered his face with those lovely tickling kisses.
They lay in each other’s arms, his soft penis still inside, stroking each other, nibbling each other, kissing each other, giggling and whispering nonsense into each other’s ears.
His erection recovered.
“It’s time for you to be fucked again, beautiful Vicki,” Jim’s inhibitions were now completely gone.
He ground his pubic bone and the base of his cock into Vicki’s clitoris, he pushed hard into her cervix. He massaged her breast roughly with one hand, the other squeezed her buttocks.
“Harder DaddeeeeeeeeeeyyYYOOooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh,” as the pressure on her clitoris brought her to a hip bouncing climax.
She climaxed two more times before he ground his cock into her cervix, his pubic bone into hers and felt his climax surge from his loins, through his penis and into Vicki’s womb.
Sweating and panting they curled in each other’s embrace. Vicki put a finger to her vagina then licked it.
“You taste yummy.”
Then he explored her with his fingers and over the next half hour brought her to three orgasms with soothing caresses of her clitoris and G spot. She marveled in the tender expertise of his touch. It was as though he knew all her most responsive parts, could tell what aroused her and could bring her to ecstasy when he wanted.
“Please Daddy, come inside me again.”
But this time he kissed her on the nose.
“A man has only so many shots in his locker. And we’ve two more days here”
But his exquisite fingers brought her quickly, God, embarrassingly quickly, to her most shuddering orgasm yet.
“Two more days here, I wish we had two more years,” thought Vicki as she lay panting and immobilized apart from the after-spasms in her loins.
“Why did Mummy let him go?” But she knew that was a no-go area for discussion.
Vicki cooked bacon and eggs with toast and coffee for breakfast. On the other burner they boiled up two large billy cans of water for washing. .
The temperature in the tent was icy cold but stood up to give each other a quick flannel wash..
Jim looked at his daughter adoringly. She was so beautiful, long dark hair flowing, firm brown tipped breasts bouncing as she danced with the cold, her narrow waist and flat stomach. Sparse, trimmed pubic hair didn’t hide her plump labia and clitoral hood. And as she stood on her toes to avoid the cold floor her long elegant legs were even more beautiful.
Vicki was suddenly self conscious, even though they had made love twice and she had lost count of the number of orgasms she had had. She covered her breasts with one hand, her pussy with the other.
Jim gently took her hands away, then stroked those parts she had tried to hide.
“Dear Vicki, you so are exquisitely beautiful.”
They hugged and now reassured, Vicki took the opportunity to kneel down and put his penis in her mouth.
“Daddy,” she was upset. “I’m not doing it properly, you are just getting smaller and smaller.”
“Princess, not even your lovely mouth can’t beat this cold.”
They dried each other and dived into the sleeping bag to warm up. Unlike many lovers they continued to kiss, they explored each other’s bodies. Armpits, behind the knees, the soles of their feet. Vicki decided that all of her body was an erogenous zone.
The morning was spent reading, chatting, giggling, tickling and almost platonically exploring each other’s bodies. She learned all about his life from his childhood, he heard the stories of her life which she hadn’t told him before. Sometimes they dozed off in a tight embrace. Still the wind howled and the tent was buffeted but remained secure.
Daytime was a little less cold than at night and they found they didn’t need the over-blanket from the second sleeping on top.. Two bodies cuddled into one bag was enough. This gave Jim an idea. With two spades, two ice axes and a gas cylinder he built a simple frame at the head of their sleeping bag. He took one of the foam mattresses and laid it under the frame.
“What on earth are you doing Daddy?” asked Vicki.
“Wait and see, I think you’ll like it.”
He then draped the sleeping bag turned blanket over the frame and crawled back in. They had their own cocoon.
“Oh it’s dark in here, but its nice and snug,” giggled Vicki.
They were now fully enclosed by sleeping bags and the trapped air soon warmed up.
“Move up and lie under that frame darling daughter.”
Now she understood and lay on her back and spread her legs and raised her knees for her father’s face.
Jim explored all her feminine intimacies with his tongue, his lips, his fingers and gently with his teeth.
“Vicki you smell and taste and feel so muskily, femininely, exotically, sexually and erotically delicious.”
He pushed her knees back and licked and kissed her perineum and then all the way up to her pubic mound and the tops of her thighs.
Vicki felt his tongue on her clitoris and she climaxed, almost in a dream where the only thing she was aware of was the pleasure sensation in her loins..
For the next half hour she was in a mixture of torment and ecstasy. Torment because he would bring her to the brink and then unkindly back her down. Ecstasy when he had his lips on her clitoris and his fingers on her G spot and brought her to a seemingly endless wave of orgasms.
Then he pushed her knees back again and softly licked from pubic mound to perineum. And a little further.
It was the first time she had felt a tongue on her anus. At first it seemed strange, but then she started to enjoy the probing sensations as he lingered.
Jim could feel her start to get cold even with the cocoon.
“Come back into the sleeping bag dear Vicki.”
“But Daddy, I want my turn on you.”
“So do I, but after you’ve warmed up.”
She snuggled into him soothing his erection with her fingers.
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmmmm.”
“Will I ever find a man who is good a lover as you.”
“Absolutely impossible,” he joked.
Vicki giggled, but felt that what her father had said was probably true.
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmmmm.”
“Your cock is so big I won’t be able to put all of it in my mouth.”
“Sweet Vicki, cock sucking is more than cock swallowing. Sure it will be lovely to have my cock deep in your mouth but only go as far as you are comfortable, and remember there are lots of other things. Sometimes just licking my tip will be lovely.”
Reassured that she wasn’t going to have her throat bashed the way she had with her two previous lovers, Vicki felt confident.
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmmmm.”
“I’m warm now.”
Jim moved up into the cocoon and Vicki put her mouth over his erection. How she loved the feeling of her father’s masculinity and strength in her mouth and the delicacy of his testicles in her hands.
Freed from what she thought was her obligation to only suck hard and swallow, she tried all sorts of experiments all over his organ with her lips tongue and teeth. She gently put his testicles in her mouth, she licked and nibbled his perineum, she probed his slit with her tongue, discovered all the sensitive parts of his knob and shaft.
Vicki loved to feel his reactions. He started to sigh and his hips started to writhe. She moved her lips up and down his shaft, faster and sucking harder, pushing his knob into her throat.
Then, remembering how he had taken her to the brink and back, slowed down.
Another delight of oral sex came to her. It was such a giving thing. She loved to feel the pleasure she was able to give her father. She took him to the brink again, and again she slowed down.
“Please Vicki,”he groaned.
“Shhhh Daddy.”
Then he came, she sucked his juices, squeezed the tube under his penis to swallow every last drop, then lay, her head on his on his thigh with his soft penis still in her mouth. He stroked her hair and face.
They would have been happy to stay like that but, this time it was Jim who started to shiver. He dismantled the cocoon and moved everything back to where it was before.
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmm.”
“I was right. Your spunk is so yummy.”
“Mmmmm.”
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmmm.”
“I liked it when you licked my bum.”
“Good, I thought you did.”
“Do you like doing that?”
“Only with someone I love.”
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmmm.”
“Can we have anal sex?”
“Are you sure you want to?”
“With my darling Daddy yes. Boys want me to do it but I’ve always felt afraid and dirty. I’m afraid it would hurt. But I know you would never hurt me.”
“No Princess, I wouldn’t.” With a hug.
“And I want it to be you who takes my anal virginity.”
“Mmmmmmmm.” Another hug and kiss on the hair.
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmm.”
“Could we do it now please?”
A gentle slap on the bottom.
“I told you about shots in the locker. Anyway there are some things we need to do first.”
Lunch was tuna sandwiches, fruit and tea. Jim didn’t think he would have to go outside and check again until evening. The base of the tent was solid, he could tell by the shape of the dome that there was no serious snow build up and the rampart was doing its job.
They were never bored for a moment. They were enjoying the book, Vicki loved hearing her father read. But much of the time was spent in enchantment with each other and each other’s bodies. They spent hours just passionately kissing, exploring each other’s mouths and lips, her breasts. Sometimes he would idly fondle her her genitals, not always arousing Vicki, just tenderly exploring and owning. She did the same with his penis and testicles.
His touching of her genitals was different now. Instead of his hand coming from the front, Vicki would lie on her side facing him and put her upper leg over his waist enabling him to come from behind. Now her anus was included in his wanderings. Always with a well lubricated finger. Initially her sphincter did as it was designed to and tightened. Gradually she and it became used to the touch.
She clung to Jim more tightly and kissed him fervently. With only a little pressure the first joint of his index finger entered.
“Squeeze and let go, lots of times Princess.”
She did so and gradually her anal muscle relaxed. She felt his finger fully inside her, right up to the knuckle.
“Mmmm, that feels nice.” She kept squeezing and relaxing and Jim gently pushed the perimeter of her anus.
“Now you are relaxing, lovely girl.” He was able to withdraw his finger completely and enter with very little pressure.
Twice more that afternoon his fingers wandered and her sphincter offered less and less resistance..
Evening came and with it the darkness.
“I can’t hear any wind. And look is that the moon?” There was a white glimmer in the ceiling of the tent.
“Yes its the eye of the storm. It’ll be like this for an hour or so. Come outside Vicki, you must see this. Bring your camera”
Quickly they dressed. Jim grabbed the second sleeping bag and when they were outside draped it like a blanket around their shoulders.
The scene which greeted them was a winter paradise. Above, the black sky was studded with stars, more stars than Vicki had ever seen. They seemed so big and close she felt she could almost touch them. Not a breath of wind.
An enormous silver full moon shone brightly. It cast a silver glow over the snow covered glacier The towering mountain peaks gleamed whitely and brightly, standing out from the black sky behind. Far below in the valley they could see the mountain lakes; silvery shimmers of moon-light. It was still freezing.
Vicki snapped away with her camera, hoping that she would do justice to this haunting magnificence of nature.
“What are you doing?”
Jim had dashed inside and come out with a foam plastic mattress. He had taken off every stitch of clothing. Now he was standing on the mattress looking up at the sky his arms extended heavenwards, his body had a silver sheen in the moonlight.
He howled like a wolf. “OOOOooooooooooowwWWWWwwooooooooooooooooOOOO” His howls echoed around the the glacial moraine.
“You are completely mad.” She snapped away at him with her camera. But then the infection caught her. She also stripped and joined him on the mattress.
“OOOooooooooowwwWWWWwwwoooooooooooooooooooOOO’ she howled and howled and the echoes howled back. She felt she was part of mother nature.
They held each other’s hand as they saluted the stars and moon together.
“OOOoooooooooowwwWWWWwwwooooooooooooooooooOOO” again and again, as if they were nature worshiping cave dwellers.
He returned to the warmth of the sleeping bag-blanket and snapped away at Vicki’s silver body.
She ran to him for warmth from the blanket and his embrace.
“OooooowwwwoooooOOOO” they murmured into each other’s ears.
The idea struck them both at the same time. First Jim left the blanket and took up a variety of naked poses, in front of the tent, lying on his back on the snow rampart, in front of the mountains.
Then Vicki. Her poses ranged from demure, provocative, erotic to downright pornographic. She forgot the cold and rolled in the snow. She lay on her back, arms and legs wide and beckoning. She insisted that Jim take closeups of her vulva and bum which she poked up into the moonlight. Her genitals were a glistening silver.
They huddled together laughing in the blanket. The cold was starting to seep into them. Quickly they set the camera on auto shoot with 20 seconds between shots. They embraced in different poses, some demure, some like Vicki kneeling in front of Jim with his cock in her mouth were less demure.
They started to shiver, the wind started to blow and some of the stars were lost behind the clouds. They howled a last mournful howl at the moon, dashed inside the tent, into their sleeping bag and hugged the warmth back into each other. They were laughing uncontrollably from the exhilaration of the moment.
“Some of those photos will earn us a fortune on the net,” giggled Vicki.
“I’m not having any of me on the net with my cock so small from the cold.”
They both laughed knowing these would be private snaps for life.
Their laughter changed to intimacy, their intimacy to passion. Jim’s hands traveled her body, exciting Vicki even more than the first time she had felt his touch. Again her anus was included in his erotic exploration, again it resisted but less than before and soon two fingers were inside her bowel.
He entered her vagina with his penis, keeping his fingers where they were and she felt the delight and intense orgasm from the double penetration.
Jim did not come.
“Lie on your side with your back to me, my beautiful Vicki and lift your knees towards your chest.”
She did so as he covered his penis with olive oil.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
“Shhhh, Daddy.”
There was only a little pressure required for his knob to enter and he went in two inches. She squeezed her anal muscle.
“Daddy, I love you. Daddy I love your cock. Daddy I love your cock in my bum,” she whispered.
He gently commenced his rhythm. Her muscle had given up its fight and he was able to withdraw from her completely and re-enter with no resistance. He pushed until his loins were hard against her buttocks. Vicki’s bowel felt erotically full, she gasped at the beautiful sensations of his penis along her smooth rectum wall and the lovely pressure through to her vagina. With her free hand she parted her buttock to let him enter deeper. With his free hand he found her clitoris.
“Please Daddy, as hard as you can.”
He couldn’t stop himself from obeying her instructions. It was the most physically uninhibited lovemaking they had had. Her buttocks were flattened as he pounded. She shrieked as she came from a clitoral orgasm and still he kept thrusting.
With a judder and surge which consumed her from her navel to her buttocks Vicki came again with an enormous orgasm. It seemed to come from her clitoris, her vagina and her ass at the same time.
Jim grunted like an animal as he felt his orgasm surge, then repeated his wolf howl as he ejaculated into his daughter’s bowel.
They lay panting in that spoon position for ten minutes. Then Vicki rolled over and put her arms around her beloved father.
“OOOoooooooowwWWwwooooooOOO” she whispered in his ear and giggled.
The next day was spent in a continuation of loving, sexual bliss. Jim was happy enough about the fuel supply to leave four gas burners on for hours. The temperature never got warm but by draping themselves with the second sleeping bag they could stay out of their main bed for some time before the cold sent them back.
During these times, Jim took Vicki as she knelt in front of him, shoulders to the mattress. The first time in her vagina, the second in her anus. Vicki knelt in front of Jim and after taking him to ecstasies he hadn’t known with her mouth and throat, swilled her father’s juices around her mouth before swallowing.
Later he lay on his back and she knelt over him, facing his feet. First she lowered her haunches so that he spent half an hour licking her vagina and anus and bringing her to orgasm again and again.
They used the camera again. Vicki spent a lot of time photographing his erection from different angles and distances.
“So that the net surfers can see what you are really like.” Some other photos were even more pornographic, others quite prim.
Vicki realized they should take some “proper” photos to show people when they returned, so they snapped each other fully dressed. They laid out the two sleeping bags side by side to show how they might have slept
Jim woke at dawn on the third morning. He could tell the storm was over. No breeze disturbed the tent and golden light from the sunrise glimmered through. He looked at his beautiful daughter beside him, tears in his eyes.
Vicki woke and without saying a word they made the most tender love for an hour. For both Jim and Vicki it was a mixture of love, tenderness, lust and sadness.
They rediscovered every inch of each other’s bodies. Jim brought Vicki to climaxes with his tongue, lips and fingers, and with his penis in her vagina then her rectum. Solemnly Vicki knelt in front of Jim and tenderly licked their bodies’ juices from his penis.
They took a foam mattress outside and stood on it. It was a beautiful, warm, still morning, no cloud in the sky. The pristine snow glinted in the bright sunlight, the newly snow-covered peaks stood in brilliant contrast to the blue sky, the virginally white glacier stretched out below.
Naked they raised their faces and arms to the azure heavens.
“OOOooooooooooooowwwWWWWwwwoooooooooooooOOO.”
Jim and Vicki, father and daughter, danced and hugged and kissed and laughed and howled like wolves until they heard the rescue aircraft coming.

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From mum to slut mum

The shock of the unexpected arrival of our sons in the middle of one of our wilder sexual exploits had shaken us to our very core. At 42 years old, 5’6″, and 135lbs, I had become a sexual dynamo over the last couple of years, much to the delight of my husband, Chas. Together we had engaged in sexual adventures that would have shamed even the lustiest of ancient Rome. And their marriage of 20 years had never been happier or more fun. Until last night, when our two boys, Rob and Rick derailed our fun by showing up at the house with 15 of their mates and Rob,s girlfriend Kari right in the middle of me naked, and having sex with a couple of old friends – Steve and his dog while Chas watched. Rick, our eldest was down from collage with about ten of the guys.
The ensuing party that followed where all the college boys, Steve, and Chas took their turn with me, fucking one or more of my three holes. Even Kari had taken a turn fisting me and I returned the favour by licking all the cum out her cunt and asshole after son,s Rob and Rick had fucked her. I also gave them a show fucking Steve,s dog. Rob had also given my ass a good thrashing with his belt as I was bent over the sofa. He had said it was a fantasy of his to whip my ass. I told him to go for it. All his mates cheered every thwack of the belt across my naked ass, and my loud moans.
After a while I rolled onto my back, opened my legs wide displaying my cum filled cunt to him, and told him to whip my tits and cunt as well. He had a wide grin on his face as he thrashed his mums naked body infront of all his mates. They could all see how I loved it, so many of them took to slapping my face and tits as well as my shaven cunt. Those areas of me were all bright red by the time everybody had finished abusing my naked body.
This had not only helped me resolve any qualms about my lustful life as a mature, hyper sexed wife, but also as “Slut Mom,” as I laughingly now proclaimed myself. And also as I jokingly put it, ‘ I guess that means that we won’t be known as the boring oldies from now on.” My son, Rob, was clearly ecstatic about the demonstrated sexual prowess of both his mom and dad. He said he could hardly believe how I had taken such a pounding from all his mates cocks, how I managed to take cocks in all my holes at once, and he had never seen a women take two cocks in her ass or two up her cunt at once.
As I sat next to him and his mates naked covered in their cum, them fingering my shaved cunt, and Rob mauling my tits, I told him this was nothing. That I had been gangbanged by more than double this amount several times, and at one party had been fucked by all the guests about fifty of them and several dogs. At one stage I had a cock in my ass, and cunt, two in my mouth, one in each hand being wanked, and two wanking over my face, all at the same time. They all marvled at this and agreed I was one dirty cumslut whore. At that point Kari came over with another guy who had just fucked her and said she had heard what I had told the guys and was sooo horny from it. So would I lick her cunt out again. I readily agreed, removed her panties and buried my head into her freshly fucked cunt. She pulled my face hard into her pubic mound and moaned as I sucked all his cum out of her succulant cunt.
“Fuck, you are a dirty slut, even more than me. I want to fuck you with a dildoe some more,” Kari said to me.
“Ummmm, I’d love that you filthy bitch,” I replied.
Chas had brought down my largest dildoe. A large black vibrating one of about ten inches long and three inches thick.
“Here Kari, use this on the slut,” he said.
“Ohhhh, I’m going to love this,” Kari said as she took the dildoe from Chas.
I open my legs wide and she thrust the black artificial cock in half it’s length. I groaned out loud. She pulled it out and without any gentleness plunged it back in to it’s full length. I cried out and involintarerly closed my legs. Kari slapped me across the face and shouted at me to open my fucking legs. I did so and she began to forcefully fuck me with this latex cock. Everybody was cheering as I cried out and loudly moaned in extasy. My body heaved and squirmed as she made me cum over and over again. Her hand banged against my cunt as she rammed it in to to hilt again and again. Kari slapped my tits and twisted my nipples. I gasped out loudly.
“You fucking whore, you fucking love this don’t you, you old cum bucket.” Kari said.
“Oh god yes, fuck me harder with it. Fuck me in the ass with it as well,” I shouted back at her.
Kari did. Pulling it out of my cunt and ramming it up my ass. I screamed out as it streached my shit hole.
“OOOHHHH FUCK, THATS FEELS SO GOOD,” I screamed out.
“I’m going to ream that ass hole of yours good,” Kari replied.
She speeded up, ramming it up hard. I was gasping hard, my body contorting. She rammed the black cock into my cunt again making me groan. Fucked me hard for a few minutes then shoved it back up my ass. Cum was squirting from both my holes as it ploughed in as she continued to alternate fucking both my holes, untill my body convulsed and spasamed to another violent climax. She pulled the large dildoe out of my cunt and sucked it, tasting my juices, then went down on me and licked my cunt clean, gently lapping away at my ravaged cunt, drinking in all the mixture of juices.
“Fuck, I enjoyed that. Fucking them cummy holes of yours,” Kari said after.
“UUUMMMMM, so did I,” I said panting. Ny naked body covered in sweat.
We then lay together. Our naked bodies squashed against each other. Kissing and exploring each others mouths with our tounges. Finally making each other cum together as we lay in the sixtynine position feasting on each others succulant cunts.
As Chas and I soon found out, Rick and his friends were on spring break and on their way to the beach for two weeks, and Rob and some of his mates were going with them. The unplanned rest stop at the house had changed their lives as well as numerous travel plans. While Rick and five of the group would continue on to the beach, ten of the kids were now joining Chas and I for their trip to the horse farm in the north. Son Rob, Kari, Chris and seven of the other guys had opted for the trip with Chas and me, a trip the two of us had been planning for weeks. Rick had asked rob to take some video of it all for him to take back to collage.
The farm, as we discovered some months earlier, was a resort for women interested in enjoying the sexual pleasures of the well trained horses that resided there. As preparations for the drive to he ranch neared, I was bursting with glee at the trick I was about to play on my husband, Chas. For the four-hour drive to the farm, I had planned a voyage of teasing torment for Chas. I had selected a pair of black crotchless panties, black garterbelt and seamed black stockings. As I hooked an outrageous black half cup bra, I smiled to myself,
“This will give him something to think about while he’s driving.” I adjusted my overflowing breasts into the tiny push-up cups, and I had to laugh out loud.
“Well,” I said to myself, noticing that my breasts and nipples were totally exposed and shoved up as far as they possibly could in the outfit,
“I guess this will give them all something to think about.”
I put on a simple, purple silk wrap dress that clung tightly around her mature curves and that was held closed by a single button on the side. The front of the dress wrapped so low, that I literally fell out of the dress every time I moved. “Well, that’s the purpose of it, isn’t it,” I thought to myself. My plan was simple. I would sit next to Chas as he drove and play with myself, thereby teasing him the whole way. The dress and underwear were perfect for it. I could easily fondle and masturbate myself, given the openness of the outfit. “Wow!” I said looking at myself in the mirror as I headed out the door, “Now that’s what I call a real farm outfit!”
Outside, I slipped into the passenger seat of the mini-van and flashed a huge smile at Chas, already in the driver’s seat and waiting for me. Chad and another young boy had piled into the seats directly behind us, and another two of Doug’s college buddies sat behind them in the third row of seats. I looked behind them at the other SUV in the caravan and noted that Kari was in the passenger seat and son Rob was driving. “Well, she won’t have nearly as much fun as I plan to have,” I quipped to myself, doubting that Kari would be tormenting their driver as I knew I was going to do to Chas. Four other mates were sat behind them.
We were only on the road for a few minutes before I began my plan and what I was sure would be four hours of pure agony for Chas. I casually spread my legs open and the slit of the wrap dress fell apart and ran all the way up to my waist. I coyly slipped a hand between the opening in the crotchless panties and began casually fondling myself, smiling all the while at my husband. I noticed that the guys sitting behind us had apparently dozed off, so I playfully lifted a finger to my mouth, slipped it between my lips and sucked on it for a minute. I could tell from the look on Chas’s face that I was getting just the reaction I wanted. Slowly removing the saliva- drenched finger from my mouth, I lowered my hand and stuffed the dripping finger into my damp crotch and spread my exposed cunt lips wide apart for Chas to see.
“Ahhhh,” I gave out a small gasp, working the finger in a little deeper into my opening. “Had the boys heard anything?” I wondered, turning my head slightly to see. No, they all asleep and seemed unaware. Reassured, I pushed aside the top fold of the dress. With my other hand, I began pinching and rolling the hard nipple of one of my exposed breasts. “Oooooo,” I said very quietly. Chas was really going crazy, and I could tell it. He was trying to watch me as much as possible and still keep his eyes on the road. I could see the huge bulge in his trousers and playfully asked,
“Is there anything wrong, dear?” Turning slightly to the seats behind him,
Chas said, “Okay, fellas, I think now would be a good time.”
Someone hit the lever on my seat and the backrest quickly reclined, almost throwing me over into the back seat. Now lying nearly flat, I didn’t have time to react. Strong hands unsnapped my seatbelt and slid me effortlessly into the back seat and between the two laughing college guys. The seatback returned upright and I could feel a hand searching for the button on my dress. Instantly my dress was pulled wide apart and I sat now fully exposed between the two young men.
“So boys, what did you have in mind?” I asked playfully.
Two hands reached over from the seat behind me, grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms gently up over my head, pinning them to the back edge of my seat.
“Hey!”
I barely had time to utter, before the boy behind me who was pinning down my hands, leaned over the back of the seat. With his face on mine, he pressed his lips to mine, his tongue thrusting deep in my mouth. More strong hands slipped between my stocking-clad thighs and with one swift tug, they spread my legs wide apart. My ankles were now being held over the boy’s laps and pinned on the outside. I was pinioned, spread-eagle in the seat, as eager mouths now clamped to each of my naked breasts and began sucking.
“Uhmmmm,” I struggled to speak, but only mumbles came out of my tongue filled mouth.
I could feel busy fingers now working at my spread smooth shaven cunt, pulling my cunt lips apart and opening me even wider. Slowly, fingers from two different hands slipped easily inside my moist crease and began moving smoothly in and out.
“I guessed that you would try something like this on the trip, so the guys agreed to help me,” I heard Chas smugly say from the front seat.
“You should know dear, it’s not fair to tease a defenseless man who can’t do anything about it. So we thought we’d do a little turnabout for the next four hours. You’ll get to play, but you won’t get to come.”
And for the remainder of the drive, I lived through hours of pure torment. My dress and panties had now been compleatly removed, and I now only had on my stockings, garter belt and high heel shoes. Repeatedly, one of the boys would massage and rub my clit, working me right up to the brink of an orgasm, and then stop. At intervals, I would find my face buried in one of their laps, sucking on a swollen cock or licking ass, while a guy sitting behind me pounded his meat into my aching cunt or stretched rectum. But again, whenever I neared a climax, they would pull out, leaving me to cool off for a moment. Then, they would re-entered me, cum inside me and withdrew again before I could reach orgasm.
Pleeeeasse, let me cum!” I wailed. “YES! YES! I neeeed to cummmmm! Please!”
“Sorry,” Chas laughed. “Were just getting you ready. When we get to the farm, you’ll be so hot, that you’ll die to fuck something.”
“Oh, and don’t forget the whore likes it rough, likes the pain, so slap her around abit guys, ok,” Chas added.
Ok Chas,” one of them answered back.
“You hear that cunt, We’re to slap you around,” Chad said.
“Ummm, Yes.” I groaned.
Hands began to rain down on my naked flesh. My ass cheeks turned red. My body heaved as my tits were slapped over and over again, and as my face was slapped. A hand slapped my open cunt and I closed my legs automatically at the assult.
“Open your fucking legs bitch, we want to slap that well used cunt of yours,” Chad shouted.
I opened them and my cunt was immeadiatly spanked again. I groaned loud as several pairs of hands took their turn at slapping my abused cunt. I was told to pull my cunt lips apart, opening me up so they could rain blows down onto my exposed clit. I scream out in pain and extasy as they did.
And at no point in the trip was I allowed to have an orgasm. Occasionally, one boy would pump me hard in the ass, pull abruptly out, and roll me around, where another guy would quickly penetrate my cunt for several pumps. Then, diabolically, they would flip me again for more rapid pounding in my dilated asshole as I bucked and humped. They would then swap over. The one pounding my ass changed to my cunt, the other changed to pounding my cunt until I screamed out. Their hands would be slapping me, mauling my tits and my nipples would be pulled and twisted.
“That’s it, stick that ass up in the air to fuck, show them your tits and cunt. Let the people passing by outside see what a dirty cunt you are as we fuck you,” they said to me.
As trucks pulled alongside the car they made me open my legs wide and give the drivers a show of them ramming their fists in and out of my shaven cunt hole and slapping my tits.
They would tell me what a fucking slut I was, call me a dirty whore and cumdump. Tell me my cunt and asshole were made for fucking, and that my mouth was for sucking cock and empting cum into. And always, my hands were held tightly to keep me from touching myself and relieving myself. Repeatedly, the men took me to the very brink of my orgasm and ecstasy, then nothing. They would stop and leave me to cool down, writhing, moaning and suffering.
Frequent roadside stops allowed them all to switch places and drive or play with me. They even sold me to strangers at some of the stops, telling them they could fuck any of my holes and cum in me, but not to let me cum. I would be taken out of the car naked, where I let these men use my body on the roadside or in lorry cabs and in the filthy mens room at roadside cafes, where they fucked my ass and cunt, but never allowing me to cum.
Everybody would stand and watch as I walked with them, clad only my stockings and heels, and then be fucked by them. I heard Rob telling the men how the whore was his mum, so to fuck the slut hard, maul my tits and pull and twist my nipples or smack my ass, slap me around which they all did readily, and telling them what a piece of shit whore and piss drinking, cum swallowing slut I was.
The strangers all got such a kick out of fucking my ass, face down in the dirt or on the dirty piss covered floors of the mens toilets infront of my husband, son, and his mates. Even more so when I moaned out loud and told them to fuck my ass and cunt hard and deep because I was going to suck their cock dry after they had cum in me.
One guy roughly wanked me off by the car not caring I was naked and on show to anyone who came by.
“You want to fuck me here where anybody can see us,” I said to him
“You may be filthy whore who doesn’t care about showing people what a slutty piece of meathole you are, but I really don’t want to be seen fucking you in public,” he growled back at me.
He then dragged me to the gents toilet at the back of the run down petrol station and pushed me onto my knees on the toilet floor. He then thrust his cock into my mouth. After a few minuets he yanked me up by my hair and told me to bend over the dirty toilet bowl. I turned around, bent down and draped myself over the bowl, kneeling in the piss that was on the floor.
“Thats it, you fucking piece of cunt. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you now. Destroy your cummy asshole good.” he said to me.
“Go on then you fucking bastard, ream in out good. Fuck the shit out of it,” I shouted back at him.
He rammed his cock in hard to the hilt. I cried out loud.
“Thats it cunt, scream. Your where you belong, naked, on your knees in a dirty toilet selling your holes to whoever wants to pay a few quid to fuck them.” he went on at me as he fucked my ass and viciously mauled my tits.
“I bet you love having your husband and son and his mates seeing you naked on the piss covered floor of a mens toilet having your ass fucked good don’t you, you piece of shit, well don’t you slag,” he shouted at me and pulled harder on my tits.
“Fuck yes, I love it, and I know they all get a kick out of watching me getting fucked legless.” I gasped.
“I bet they all fuck your brains out as well, hey slapper,” he said.
“Yea, I’m always on my back naked and got my legs apart or my ass in the air for them, where ever we are,” I groaned.
“Yea, she loves fucking my mates and me infront of dad,” Rob said.
He soon cum, shooting large amounts of his seed deep in my bowls. I still had not cum myself. He pulled out, pulled me off the bowl and threw me onto the floor, pissed on me, then spat on me.
“Tell you what guys, I”d love to see him fuck his mum, ten quid do it,” he said.
“I, ok then mate,” Chas said.
Rob pulled me back up off the floor, pulled me outside around a corner and told me to lay across some waste bins. I did as I was told and he ordered me to open my legs. As soon as my cummy cunt was exsposed he dropped his shorts and ploughed his hard cock into me up to the hilt. He pounded away, stopping now and then so I did not cum.
“Talk dirty to her,” the guy said to Rob.
Rob began to talk dirty to me, calling me a slut and a piss whore. Telling me what a big cunt I had, and how I must of had hundreds of cocks pounding it over the years. Telling me how he loved to watch his mates fuck my ass and cunt, and piss over me. He also told me how they would all love to see me have a huge gangbang where at least a hundred men would use all my holes and wank and piss over me. I told he as he fucked me that I would love to put on that show for them all.
He then speeded up fucking me hard and roughly mauling and slapping my tits and twisting my nipples until he shot his warm cum into my waiting cunt, then another load over my belly and tits. He then pulled me onto my knees and told me to suck him clean. I drained every last drop. The guy then paid Chas and told him that was quite something to see.
“Fucking filthy piss whore. Good for fucking and nothing else I recon.” he said to me, then walked off.
I got up off the ground and washed some of the mess off me at a tap outside the toilet then walked back to the car with the guys, cum running out of my asshole and down my legs. They guys were telling me how they had enjoyed the show. I told them I had enjoyed putting it on. Chas and Rob said they would have to organise the gangbang for me.
During the rest of the journey all of the college guys, including Rob and all the guys from the other car, and Chas swapped positions numerous times throughout the trip and when they finally drove up to the farm, everyone was well satisfied. Everyone, that is, except me. Where as all the guys had cum numerous times during the journey, I was a picture of pent up sexual frustration.
“Boys, she’s so hot, she’d fuck a fence post,” Chas said to the group, mockingly, getting to the farm hand mode as they all climbed out of the van.
They all laughed. I got out and slipped my dress back on.
“Yea, and probably fuck anything that walks on two or four legs as well,” Rob said.
More laughing.
“Great! Great! The rest of the group’s arrived!” bellowed Bob, the farm owner, as we all walked into the lodge house.
A portly, gray-haired man, Bob and his diminutive, leathery-skinned wife, Harriett, reminded me of a couple who should be running a crop farm or a bed and breakfast, rather than a sex resort. Chas introduced us all, and told Bob and Harriet how they had warmed me up on the journey ready for the show, and how I had a cunt, ass, and belly full of cum to show for it. They both laughed and said they were glad to hear it. Bob added he was looking forward to adding his cum to my ass and cunt later as well.
Introductions were made all around and we met the other three couples with whom we would be sharing the session. We met Emma and Phil, a short, slim couple in their 40’s and Jerry and Rita, a mismatched couple if ever there were one, I thought. Jerry was well into his 60’s, very tall at six foot eight, with gray haired and a pencil thin body. Rita, his wife, on the other hand, was a hefty Midwest girl in her twenties with peroxide-white hair. The last couple introduced startled me a bit, as I recalled their faces from photos and movies on the farm website.
“This here is LeAnn and Roy,” Bob boomed gleefully.
“Why hell, they’re such regulars here, we feel like they’re family. “Cept they keep throwin’ money at us, trying to buy the place and the horses.”
I smiled as I greeted the stunning blonde. Her enormous breasts, as I knew from the photos, were obvious implants with no sign of subtlety. They were at least 44 inches, but stood unnaturally, albeit awkwardly, straight out. Her full, pouting lips were obviously the result of collagen injections. But what I noticed more than LeAnn’s huge breasts and lips were the diamonds – a necklace, bracelet, earrings, and rings – all huge, all real. Her clothes were tailored and expensive. I guessed Roy to be an ex- footballer with this, his trophy wife toy. In his 30’s, he was tanned, health club fit and very handsome, with a heavy Southwest accent when he spoke.
“M’aam,” Roy said smoothly, as he shook my hand.
“Really lookin’ forward to watchin’ you ride that stallion.”
“Well,” said Bob, jumping in. “I guess that takes us right to it, don’t it! So you all unpack and come on out to the barn. Fellas, don’t forget to bring your cameras, but remember, no flashes. Spooks the horses, and I’m sure the ladies don’t much like it either,” he said laughing.
Within minutes, the place looked like a nudist camp, with everyone running around naked and rushing out to the barn. I bumped into LeAnn in the hallway, both of us naked, clad only in our high heels.
“I have a small confession to make. We’re not here accidentally this time,” LeAnn said after they had chatted for a minute.
“Bob showed us some photos your Chas sent to him, so we asked Bob to let us know if you ever decided to come. That’s why Roy was really hot to see you. And…, well, so was I.”
The blonde looked down at my shaved cunt and added, “You’ll have a lot of fun with that today.” and gently stroked my moist cunt.
“ummm, I’m sure I will,” I replied, now feeling that the conversation had grown a bit sexier.
LeAnn asked, “May I?”
Without a word, the buxom blonde dropped to her knees in the hallway as I spread my legs. In a second, LeAnn had buried her head between my legs. I moaned as she lapped at my juicy cunt until I cum.
I started to say “Thank you,” but before I could, LeAnn stood up and pressed her body firmly against mine and kissed me.
LeAnn put her hand onto my pubic mound, then slipped one, two, three, and finally four fingers into my generous, dripping cunt, still filled with the boy’s cum from the trip. Breaking the kiss and slipping her hand out from inside of my slit, LeAnn smiled saying,
“Just wanted to make sure you won’t have any problems with the horse, and you shouldn’t with that big well used cunt. Don’t worry, honey, it’ll be fun.”
At that, LeAnn turned and walked down the hall. I wasn’t embarrassed, at what LeAnn had just done, nor that she must of felt all of the cum still inside her. Obviously, LeAnn had known what the globs of sticky cream were.
“What was that all about,” said Chas, walking up to me in the hall, after observing the scene with LeAnn.
“I thought I was going to have a heart attack, right there. I’ve never seen that much tit pressed together, except in my dreams,” he said jokingly.
“Well,” I replied. “I think I was just measured, fitted, and approved for the afternoon activities,” I said smiling, as we walked down the hall and out to the barn.
Everyone had gathered outside the barn, as the cluster of naked people milled around waiting for Bob. The men all carried video cameras and Chas had loaned Rob and the college guys some of his extra equipment. I thought that I was not going to have any problem with this, but when I saw my son, Rob, standing there, stark naked with a video camera around his neck, preparing to film me having sex with a horse, I instantly wanted to run.
“It’s okay, sweetie. Trust me,” came the voice at my shoulder. There stood LeAnn, comforting me and noticing that I was staring across at son Rob.
“What’s wrong, Honey?” LeAnn asked. “Did you bring your husband and your lover to the same party?”
“You have no idea. Even worse,” I replied. “Husband…” I said, pointing to Chas, “…and son,” shifting to point to Rob.
“All right!” LeAnn said. “Well, you folks really are going to have a good time, aren’t you?”
After a moment, LeAnn added, her smile now becoming slightly menacing,
“Well, the biggest thing is that you all enjoy yourself. And I can sure help there.”
Then she disappeared into the crowd. I was now confused and a little bit worried about what seemed to come out as a threat from LeAnn. Then I shrugged it off, figuring that I had just read it the wrong way.
Soon Bob and Harriett emerged from the barn leading a brown stallion and brought the animal to rest in front of the group.
“We thought y’all would like a little lesson in animal husbandry,” Bob said, “so for those who’ve never seen one, we’d like to show you what the ladies are about to enjoy. We just need one of the ladies to help us out.”
Without a second’s hesitation, Kari’s voice shot out of the crowd.
“Oh, pleaseeee!! Me! Me! I’ll help. Please, can I?” And at that, she came bounding out of the crowd.
“Why, yes M’aam, you sure can. Just settle down and don’t move quite so fast around the animals,” Bob drawled, as if he were a game show host. “Now just come down here and do as I say.”
Kari dropped down below the horse and for the next few minutes followed Bob’s instructions and he directed her to rub the animal while Harriet waved a small cloth under its nose.
“We just help things along with a little mare scent. And these animals have been well trained, so they know what this is all about. If Mr. Ed ever shows up, he can tell us whether they prefer fucking the ladies or other horses,” Bob drawled.
Waves of laughter erupted in the crowd. I could tell that that was a standard joke that Bob used for every one of these parties. I had the odd feeling that I was on an amusement park tour. Within moments, the horse’s massive pink cock began emerging from the sheath and Bob directed Kari to rub gently and then start to suck. True to form, Kari didn’t hesitate and slipped the huge black, mushroom shaped head of the horse’s cock into her mouth. I looked around and noticed that the men in the group were now all sporting rigid cocks as they watched Kari perform. Some of the men were photographing the action. I also noted that the few women in the group were helping some of the guys out and were sucking on any available cock. Emma was locked onto the cock of her husband Phil, while Rita’s head bobbed up and down on one of the college boy’s rigid member.
I turned around looking to find Chas but saw LeAnn kneeling in front of her son, Rob, her mouth and cheeks stuffed full with the boy’s prick. LeAnn had both of her hands wrapped around the boy’s ass and was rapidly slamming his hips into her face, as his cock disappeared into her full lips. Her husband, Roy, was nearby, not photographing Kari and the horse like the others, but taking pictures of LeAnn sucking Rob. I looked back to Kari and was now amazed as she saw the gigantic, fully erect horse cock swaying beneath the animal and the young girl struggling with the massive member.
“My God, that thing’s huge,” I murmured to myself, amazed not only the length of it, but more by the width.
“There’s no way she’s going to take all that in her mouth.” I murmered to myself.
Kari was able to get the head and four inches down her throat comfortably, but more was just not possible. After several minutes of frantic sucking, Kari was about to quit, when suddenly the girl’s mouth erupted, filled with milky horse cum. I watched as Kari clamped down with her mouth, attempting to swallow all of the enormous discharge and for a moment appeared to be succeeding. In a moment, the girl’s moth exploded again, covering her face and drenching her in a shower of horse semen. Kari coughed and gagged as she tried to recover from the torrent of milky liquid running down her chin and onto her chest.
“Well, as you can see, everything with horses is on a bigger scale,” Bob said to the group, as he helped Kari up. “Some are bigger than others, some will produce more semen than others. Sorta like men,” he quipped. “Two or three cups of semen is about normal, but I’ve got one that, I swear, will give over two quarts. So let’s all head on into the barn, shall we.”
Inside the barn, bright lights illuminated the large open area. Only an inclined, wooden platform filled the vacant area and all of the lights seem to illuminate and focus on that one spot. The platform was padded and had worn leather handles on one end. I instantly recognized the raised area from the photos on the Internet. I remembered how hot I had first become watching the short video of LeAnn being fucked by a horse on that very platform. I could feel myself growing a little weak in the knees at the thought of being up there myself, while the group looked on, ogled and photographed me.
As Harriet, Bob’s wife, led a large brown stallion out from the stable area and near the platform, word spread throughout the crown that Emma, the petite wife of Phil, had upon seeing Kari choke on the massive horse cock, chickened out and was now just another spectator. So that left me and the plump girl, Rita. It was Rita who spoke up and wanted to go first. Cameras began clicking and whirring as Rita awkwardly climbed up on the platform, grabbed the leather handles and waited with her large, round ass sticking up in the air. Leaving the horse for a moment, Harriet moved over to Rita.
“Relax Honey,” Harriet said, as she smeared a handful of slimy substance on Rita’s exposed cunt and repositioned her legs, spreading them a little wider apart.
“This stuff will get him up and it’ll sure make it a hell of a lot more comfortable for you,” the old woman explained, as she worked her tanned fingers into the young woman’s spread vaginal folds.
With that, she walked back to the horse, took its reins and walked it over to the platform. The horse paused momentarily, sniffed at the protruding buttocks in front of it, then lurched forward. With both forelegs up on the platform, the animal shuffled its hind legs into position. With a nonchalance that comes from repetition, Harriet grabbed the massive black and pink erection that swung below the animal and pressed it against the woman’s greasy sex lips.
“Okay, here we go,” Harriet warned and steered the huge prick into the opening.
“AHHHHHHH!” the young woman shrieked and began shaking her ass from side to side, attempting to dodge the invading cock.
“Hang in there, Honey! You’ll get used to him in a minute,” Harriet comforted, as she steadied the woman’s wildly swing ass.
Slowly four inches of the giant pink tube slid forward and disappeared as Rita continued to whimper. I watched the scene unfold before my eyes and was about to turn and walk out of the barn when I felt familiar arm wrap around my naked waist. It was Chas, there as if on cue to provide reassurance.
“So what do you think now? You still up for this?” Chas questioned, as he nodded in the direction of the platform, Rita, and the horse.
I remained silent, pondering my response, when I felt his hand slip from around my waist, down around my ass, between my legs and start massaging my swollen cunt.
“You were such a hot slut on the way down here,” Chas whispered in my ear. “And you know how much you like being a hot slut, don’ you?”
I remained silent.
“Don’t you? You want to show everybody what a slut you are, don’t you?” Chas whispered.
“Yes,” I said softly.
“Yes, what?” Chas pressed.
“Yes, I’m a slut and I want everybody here to know it,” I quietly replied.
Chas kissed me deeply and I could feel his fingers spreading my swollen cunt lips apart. I felt a quick thrust from behind as Chas spread me open. A rigid cock slipped between my ass cheeks from behind and worked deep into my spread opening. Chas pressed his mouth hard against mine as the cock drove deep into my dampness and then began a steady pumping.
“Ohhhhh,” I moaned as Chas broke the kiss.
I could feel his hand still rubbing and spreading my hot cunt, opening me up for the penetration from behind. I turned slightly and saw Chad’s glowing face as he pumped away.
“Look at that,” Chas again whispered into my ear. ” Look at that hot horse cock. You really want that, don’t you?” Chas said, nodding in the direction of the platform. “Chad, you want to see Kathy fuck a horse, don’t you?”
Chad leaned forward and nibbled on my ear as he continued to pound his cock into me from behind.
“Yes, oh God yes! You’re the hottest slut I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to see all of that big dick in this big hot cunt of yours, all the guys want to see you fucked by it, film you so Rob can show all the guys back at college what a sexy slut he has for a mum.” Chad murmured in my ear.
My head was spinning as the voices poured into my ears. I looked out with half open eyes to see the brown stallion dismounting. Rita had taken eight inches of the beast and called it off, unable to take any more. I saw the chunky young woman climb down, her face streaming with tears as many in the crowd applauded. Now fears flooded into my mind and I was about to scream, ending this bizarre dream, when another erect cock pressed hard against my belly. Agile fingers began manipulating and rubbing my rigid clit, and a new voice filled my ear. It was Rob, my son, now rubbing his swollen cock against me, as Chas and Chad now pressed hard against my shaking body, as I was sandwiched tightly between the three, unable to move, unable to think.
“You can do this, Mum. All the guys were saying what a hot fuck you were on the way here, how they all fucked you, how you loved their cocks up your ass and cunt, and how many cocks you sucked and swallowed their cum. We all so much want to show the guys at college what a slut and good fuck you are as well ,” Rob whispered.
All the while he was rubbing my clit as chad fucked me. Chas was squeezing my tits and pinching and twisting my nipples.
“Yes, so do I as well, son. I want them all to see me naked being gangfucked and taking horses cocks up my cunt,” I moaned.
Kari walked over to us.
“You want to see Kathy fucked by the horse as well don’t you luv,” Rob said to Kari.
“Ummmm, oh yes. I really want to see that huge cock dissapearing up your big slutty cunt. I want to hear you scream and moan as it bores you out. I love watching you being well used,” she said to me and kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth.
I could taste the horse,s cum in her mouth and moaned as she joined Rob,s hand playing and fingering my shaven cunt. Rob began to rapidly rub my hard clit and play with my nipples along with Kari,s fingers probing alongside Chad,s cock, as he poured encouragement in my ear from one side and Chas from the other with Chad whispering from behind.
“Chas should hire you out to some dirty, rundown backalley whorehouse, where your kept naked and sold to any guy or down and out for a couple of pounds who wants to shove his cock into any of your well used holes,” Chad said.
“Yes, that’s right, your made for fucking, dad ought to keep you naked and ready for us to fuck all the time so we can come and use your holes, shoot our cum into them when ever we want to. This cunt,s made for that horse,s cock, isn’t it mum,” Rob added as he pushed a few fingers into my cunt along side Kari,s as well as Chad.s cock.
“Yes, yes, it is, and you and any of your mates can come and strip me naked and play with or fuck my holes, use me as your cumdump whenever you want, and yes, I ought to be in a whorehouse,” I gasped back at him.
“Rob lifted my one leg up to his waist and then spread my ass cheeks.
“Look at all that cum in you ass, see how easily my cock slips in,” he said as he slid his cock up my ass and began to fuck it.
I groand out loud as I was fucked in both holes and had my cunt and tits played with by Kari and Chas.
“You want to cum, don’t you whore. You’ve wanted to all day. All the time our hard cocks were filling you with cum. So, now’s your chance. Go let it all out! show everybody here what a cumslut and a whore you are, show them what a first class fuck you are and take all that horses cock up your big cunt.” Chas said and in one swift motion, Chad and Rob,s cocks popped out of my cunt and ass and I was propelled forward.
“All right. Here’s our next little lady,” Harriet called out.
“And she’s already warmed up, as I’ve been told she,s had a dozen or more men fuck her on the way here, and she’s never happier than when she’s naked, on her back, legs apart, with a cock between them. wether it be from the two or four legged variety.” Harriet carried on telling the crowd.
Everyone in the crowd hooted and clapped, having all witness my preliminary with Chad and the others.
“So, fellas, get your cameras goin’ ’cause this slut should be a good one.”
I walked over to the platform, as if in a daze and was about to crawl up when I saw a huge black station emerge from the stable area. Leading the huge beast was LeAnn, with a huge smile on her face, her magnificent breasts, bouncing with each stride. The two closed in on me and when the blonde was next to me, LeAnn stopped.
“I saved the best for you, sweetie. This fella’s the biggest they got here. Hell, even I’ve never been able to take all of him. And sweetie, I’m there best there is at this,” LeAnn said, her smile blurring to become a sneer.
“So get your old ass up there, ’cause I’m really enjoy this.”
I stared at her, first in confusion, then in anger. Then I shifted my gaze over to the horse, a giant, looming, black beast. I looked back to LeAnn, then again to the horse and stepped next to the stallion. I leaned over and in a mock whisper into the animal’s ear, said in a voice loud enough to be heard by all said,
“Let’s fuck, stud, and let me show this bitch how to fuck horse,s. I’ve been wanting to cum all day!”
With that, I climbed up on the platform, grabbed the leather handles and began wiggling my ass in the air. The stable erupted in applause as I seemingly teased the horse, spreading my legs and gyrating my hips. But I knew it wasn’t the horse I was teasing, but LeAnn. And the blonde knew it also.
LeAnn dipped her hand in a container of the mare-scented lubricant and walked over to my bobbing backside.
“Like I said, I’m really gonna’ enjoy this,” LeAnn hissed and smeared the slimy mixture all over my swollen cunt lips.
LeAnn grabbed the horse’s reins and in seconds had the animal looming over me, his enormous cock now fully extended from its sheath. I looked back to see almost fifteen inches of horse cock swaying wildly behind me. The huge black mushroom head was all I could focus on as I instantly regretted my decision to go ahead with this. Then LeAnn stepped in and with both hands wrapped around the gigantic organ, positioned it against my slippery opening. With a firm push, LeAnn jammed the huge shaft forward and the bulbous black head and six inches of the shaft split wide the resisting labia folds and disappeared inside.
“OHHHHHH,” I groaned, as the air was driven out of my body.
I wanted to scream but bit my lip instead. My body felt as if it was being ripped apart under the pressure inside me. I could not imagine anything that wide being put inside me. I was about to call out and stop this from going any further, when I looked up and saw LeAnn grinning with perverse pleasure, a look of satisfaction on her face. At that moment, I knew that there was no turning back on this one. I tried to remain still for a moment and give my crammed cunt a chance to accommodate the giant inside me but the horse had other ideas.
Relieved at first, I thought it was over and the horse had changed his mind. I felt the huge bulk begin to slide out of me, then a real sense of terror as, without warning, the beast reversed and plunged even deeper.
“Ahhhh,” I moaned and tried to shift forward as much as I could.
Again the animal began to withdraw. I could only think of the birthing of my children as the only conceivable time when that much flesh was moving out of my body, like a giant plug being pulled. And just as quickly the horse lunged forward and sunk deeper into me. Finally, after several minutes, I felt like I could breathe and was going to survive this. I marveled for a split second at the elasticity of the female vagina as I began to feel a moment of pleasure, rather than just pain.
I saw the crowd around me, the lights, the cameras rolling, stiff cocks waving about and all of the faces turned on me. Sweating faces, lust filled faces, all focused on me. Grasping the leather handles tightly, I actually began to push backwards, driving the enormous rod deeper into my womb. Then I pulled with my arms and felt the monster inside me withdraw. Then I pushed myself down, each time allowing the giant tube of flesh to sink deeper and deeper. And I knew that I still had some depth to go before an end was reached inside me.
Steve’s huge cock had gone deeper than the horse was now, but this damn thing had to be over four inches wide and I felt like I was going to be ripped in two at any moment. But gradually, each time I pushed my upturned ass against the animal, I could feel his belly on my back, the sweat dripping off of me and each time the cock went deeper still. Lunge after lunge, I could feel the huge member sink deeper and deeper. Within minutes I was driving my own body back and forth, and all of the pain was gone. There was only the ecstasy, the endorphins, the adrenaline and the lust.
I rode like a wild woman, howling and shrieking with pleasure. I could feel the heat and abrasion under my knees as I bucked madly back and forth, now totally unaware that anyone was watching, photographing, or within miles of me and the horse.
“YES! YES! FUUUUCCCCCKKK MEEEEEE!” I wailed. “YESSSS! YEEEESSSS! I’M GOOOOOINNNGGGTOOOOCOOOOMMMMMEEEE!!!” I shrieked.
All of the passion and heat, stored from a whole day of sexual teasing and torment, flooded out. I came with a fury unmatched by anything that I had ever felt before. The huge cock was relentless and it was all mine to ride. My head flew from side to side as my orgasm consumed me and my body shook and twitched.
“YEEESSSS. YEEESSSSS. YESSSS,” I groaned, as the spasms wrenched through me, flowing from the epicenter of my body, my cunt.
I wanted to collapse as the tremors began to subside but only then realized that my body was still impaled on fifteen inches of rigid horse meat. And while I had experienced the earth shattering orgasm, the stallion was still there, still hard, and still lurching into my depths. Weak from exhaustion and out of breath, I mustered up enough strength to pull myself upward on the inclined platform and hopefully disengage from the animal. But no matter how far up I pulled myself using the leather handles, the massive cock kept receding but would not come out. I could not believe how much of the animal’s prick had been buried in my body.
“AHHH!” I exhaled, and gave one large push backward hoping that would give me the bounce upward to withdraw.
But I felt the strangest thing. The horse only drove deeper still, and for the first time I could feel its massive balls slap against my upturned ass. And then I felt something else. Not sensing it or not even wanting it, I could feel my body twitch and start to shake again.
“Oh, God, no. Not another one,” I thought to myself as I felt my abdomen contract and my hips spasm.
I felt like I was going to pass out as my body began to sway and tremble, moving from side to side as the massive organ reamed around inside me. My vision became a blur as my head flailed violently to and fro. The sounds in my ears became one large roar – my pulse pounding, the echoes of my moans resounding inside the stable, cameras whirlling, and the wet smacking sounds of the animal’s balls against my greasy ass.
“OHHHHHH, GOD! I’M GOING TO CCUUUUUMMMMM AAGGGAAAIIIINNNNNNN” I wailed, as I felt the tremendous eruption inside me.
I was totally unprepared for the explosion, as a torrent of slimy juice flowed into me until there was no more room and began pouring out in gush after gush. I could feel the steaming liquid pouring into my battered depths, then spilling out, down my trembling legs and pooling on the platform. I was sure that at least a gallon of horse cum had been pumped into my sweating, tired body. Then, I felt the huge horse cock rapidly withdrew from inside me, and as if I was a puppet having my strings cut,
I collapsed in a heap on the platform. I lay motionless for what seemed like an eternity, and then stirred as the stable erupted in applause. Cheers and shouts filled the building and I tried to lift my head, move, or anything that would signal that I had survived. I could feel rivulets of sweat dripping off my face, more torrents streaming off my naked body. I turned my head slightly to catch sight of LeAnn and her husband, Roy, moving out of the crowd and coming over near me.
The two seemed to be whispering together in an animated and rather heated discussion than stopped as suddenly as it began. Without a word, LeAnn came over to me, rolled me over on my back, and positioned my limp body on the edge of the platform. LeAnn spread my legs apart and pressed her face into my sopping cunt. LeAnn began lapping and slurping the dripping ooze that flowed out of my swollen opening. Roy turned and spoke awkwardly to the rest of the surprised group.
“Folks, got a little confession to make. When I saw this lovely lady today, I knew she was gonna’ put on a helluva show. Ride that boy like he’d never been ridden before, like nobody we’ve ever seen here at the ranch. LeAnn, here, didn’t think so. She went so far as to say that Kathy wouldn’t take more than 12 inches. So, we made a little bet, and … well…, and as you can see, now’s time for LeAnn to pay up. Chas, Kathy, we’d just love for you two to join us for a little party at our place in the south. We’ll all have a good time and it’ll be our way of sayin’ thanks. Our helicopter is just down the outside. And for the rest of you all, fellas, just step right up here, cause that’s part of the payoff too.”
With that, Roy gestured to the upturned backside of LeAnn as she leaned, straight legged, over the platform and devoured my cunt, her massive breasts hanging beneath her. There was a brief pause, then a stampede of men rushed forward, as one stiff cock after another lined up behind LeAnn.
I looked up and grinned as I saw Chas smiling back at me, second in line, followed by son Rob, then Chad and the rest of the boys. “Oh, this should be good,” I thought to myself, and then laid my head back, closed my eyes and relaxed. I was really enjoying the attention that the beautiful blonde was now paying to my clit.
Ooooooo, that’s nice, honey,” I purred to LeAnn. “Do more of that. get your tounge right up inside,” I told her and pulled her face hard into my gaping soggy cunt hole.
We left the next day for Roy,s place, so that evening was spent relaxing after my hard days fucking. Although before we left I let Bob and Harriet, and the rest of the guests there give me a good hard fucking. Chas took some more video on Rob,s camera at Roy,s place of me getting a lot of cock and having my tits, cunt, and ass smacked by all the guys at Roy,s party, women on women action, and of me fucking some dogs and horses for the guests and being pissed on. Chas loved it, watching me bent over a chair arm and a line of naked men behind taking turns gang fucking my ass. I moaned and cried out loud from that at the roughness of it and me cumming over and over again. They all pounded my ass as hard as they could, ramming their cocks right up to the hilt. They used my hair and tits as leverage to pull themselves in as deep as they could. Their cocks would sometimes slip out and slide up my cunt. They would then pound my cunt for a short while before ramming it back up my asshole. They all had no regard for me, I was just a cumslut meathole for them to fuck and empty their cum into.
The women there gave me a right good fisting as well, right up past their wrists,especialy LeAnn, who was getting her own back I guess. I was also filmed being pissed over by all the guests there as I lay on the ground outside. Roy and LeAnn had told us before we left that as we were the newbies, they had given me special treatment, and how they and all the guests had enjoyed my show and having me. I was the best slut they had ever seen. I thanked them for the compliment.
So Rick, and his mates got their porno film of me to show at their wild parties. A couple of weeks later he phoned to say I had gone down a treat at the parties they had been to, and everybody had said what a fucking whore and cumslut he had for a mum, but loads of the guys and women were dying to meet me. Maybe I should have to star at one of his parties soon, I had told him. He had replied how about next week, I said ok, why not. HaHa.
A couple of days later he phoned and said they had hired a barn for the weekend from a farmer around there. They had got it cheap as part of the deal was for him to fuck me first and to watch me fuck his dogs and one of his horses after. Rob said that since our session that first night where I had told him I had fucked fifty guys, he was organising the mamouth fuck with atleast a hundred guys over the weekend. He said that Rick and himself recond I could easily fuck that amount. I laughed and said only one hundred. Well then slut we’ll have to see what we can do and make that two hundred, we’re going to make sure you have the shit fucked out of you, he replied. Thats more like it, I can’t wait. Got to go know, a few of Chas,s mates are here waiting to fuck me. I said and laughed as I rung off.

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Alternative Trio Pt. 1

In the middle of my tenth grade year in high school, my family moved to a new town. My
Dad got a promotion, and we could now afford to live in an area that was a little more affluent. I
was glad to leave the redneck area I grew up in, where my style and tastes just didn’t fit in .
I had few friends, and most of them didn’t really share my interests. And what’s more, I
had no girlfriends there, and was still a virgin.
I walked into my social studies class that morning; got a few nasty looks from what looked to be the
“popular” jock crowd. I was wearing my Sonic Youth t-shirt, and heard someone comment, ‘oh great another
one of those punk rock weirdos”. I now thought that this move sure hadn’t changed anything for the better.
I found a seat in the back near two sort of goth looking girls. Both were quite pretty, but seemed like the other outcasts in the room. “Great shirt man”, said the taller thin one. “Daydream Nation is awesome. I’m Deirdre, and this is my best friend Kathy” .
Deirdre had shoulder length black hair, a red skirt with fishnet stockings and combat boots on her long, slender legs. Kathy was short, just slightly plump. Her black hair was shorter, kind of a 1920’s flapper kind of style. She wore a Bauhaus t-shirt with black jeans and red Doc Martens .
“I’m Rick, just moved here”, I said kind of shyly.
When the bell rang and class was over, they asked me what other classes I had, and when I went to lunch. Kathy said, “so you like Sonic Youth, do you play ?”
“A little”, I said. “I have a bass and an amp that my uncle gave me when he quite playing. I fool around with it from time to time”
“Cool”, said Deirdre. “Kathy writes songs and plays guitar. I play drums. We need a bass player to have like a real band. Do you want to try playing with us someday”.
“Sure”, I said. “But I’m not real good, still learning”
“Well so are we”, Kathy said. “We have fun. You are probably the only other person into punk in this stupid jock and Barbie girl school.”
It turned out that we had lunch at the same time. We were the only three people seated at a big cafeteria table. The popular crowd looked at us from time to time and snickered. But we didn’t pay much attention. We talked more about getting together and playing. We made plans to get together one evening in Kathy’s basement. Her house was a few streets over from me.
We got together and played a couple evenings each week and it was fun. At lunch one day Kathy said, “You know with the school year ending , we’ll have a lot more time for playing. We could rehearse every day while my parents are at work, and not get yelled at to turn it down and shit. We could be ready to play one of those all ages shows downtown at The Loft in no time. My cousin’s boyfriend books shows down there and could get us in.”
So in June, when school let out I found myself with Kathy and Deirdre every day. We wrote stuff, recorded our jams and were becoming closer friends each day. One afternoon, when we decided to take a break, Deirdre said, “Man Kath, it’s so fucking hot today we ought to jump in your pool. We haven’t been in it yet this Summer.”
“Sure”, Kathy said. “Let’s go. You wanna get in pool too, right Rick.”
“I can run home real quick and get a swimsuit, be back in fifteen minutes”, I said.
“Oh fuck that”, Deirdre said. “When me and Kath go swimming in the daytime, we don’t need no stinkin’ swimsuits, do we Kath ?”
“My yard has a privacy fence, so us girls usually skinny dip when my folks aren’t home”, Kathy said in a cute, almost shy way.
I could feel my dick starting to get hard, picturing these two goth punk cuties bare ass jumping in the pool.
“‘Well shit I’m ready,” said Deirdre, as she took off her t-shirt. She didn’t wear a bra, and now stood, topless in black shorts and Doc Marten boots. Her tits weren’t very big, put she had a gorgeous, slender figure. Then she stepped out of the black athletic shorts revealing her pussy, which was shaved except for a little strip. I’m sure she could see my eyes focusing on it, and the bulge in my jeans growing. She sat on her drum stool and removed her boots and socks.
Her long toes had black nail polish, and she had perfect pink soles. “Now I’m really, really ready”, she announced with a giggle. “Come on man”, she said to me.
I looked over to my left and Kathy had started disrobing, a little more slowly than Deirdre.” Underneath her t-shirt she had a black bra. She removed the bra, revealing little puffy teenage tits, with large aureole
She was small, just around five feet tall, about nine inches shorter than Deirdre. She was slightly chubby, but not fat, just cute teenage girl baby fat. She removed her Converse All Stars, showing her petite little toes with nails painted red. Like Deirdre she had pale, perfect skin. Finally her shorts came off revealing a pussy shaved just like Deidre’s. “We shaved each other when I spent the night
last Friday. So we have twin pussies now. We each have a little Mohawk down there see. Punk pussies”,Deirdre said. “Do you like it?” She pointed to the little strip of pubic hair above her teenage pussy.
“Are you sure it’s OK if I swim…. uhhh naked I said”, almost in a state of shock. Remember I’ve never been with a naked teenage girl, and here I am with two little hotties, who are both now completely nude. I’m a little nervous They both laughed at my question.
“Goddamnit, you’ve already got to see BOTH of us naked already. The show ain’t free. Come on”, Deirdre said laughing the whole time.
I got undressed. My dick was pitching a tent in my briefs. “Somebody likes what he sees” Deirdre said. “Don’t be embarassed, you’re a cute, straight guy, you are supposed to get hard when you see naked girls.” I pulled down my shorts and I could see them both checking out my pulsating cock.
Kathy opened the patio door and we headed out to the pool. The girls went first. They ran side by side and jumped in. I walked through the door checking out the yard. Yes there was at least a ten foot high privacy fence surrounding the yard. Phewww, good thing I thought.
“Come on in”, said Kathy. Her and Deirdre were in the middle of the pool embracing one another. I jumped in and joined them. Kathy and Deirdre kissed each other; this was another shocker for me. “Don’t worry, we’re not real hardcore lesbians or any thing, but we do fool around with each other once in awhile when we get horny”, Deirdre said .
“We still like guys just fine”, Kathy said. “Come over here, lets have a band hug.”
So there I am, a sixteen year old virgin being embraced by two gorgeous, very naked girls in a pool. It was heaven.
Then Kathy, who initially appeared to be the shy girl, began to French Kiss me while I felt Deirdre’s hand grasp my hard dick and begin to stroke. “His dick stays so nice and hard, you’ve got to touch it Kath.” I felt Kathy’s palm first brush the head of my cock, sending a shiver
through my body. Then Deirdre released my shaft and rubbed her hand across my stomach and chest and Kathy held my fully engorged cock in her little hand.
“She’s never been fucked by a guy before”, Deirdre whispered in my ear. “You can be her first; she always tels me how much she likes you. We’re best friends, and we share everything. We can share your dick. too. Kath, why don’t we go back in your house ?”
We got out of the pool, drying off hastily, racing back in the house to finish what we started. We went up to Kathy’s bedroom. We laid in her bed. I was between her and Deirdre. Kathy once again began kissing me, while Deirdre began sucking my cock. She was good at it, I thought I would explode, but she would stop each time I was near coming. Then she said, “Sit back and watch for a few minutes.
She straddled Kathy’s face, and the two began licking each other’s pussy. The girls were both very turned on. They switched positions after a few minutes with Kathy on top for awhile. I laid back watching occasionally stroking my dick. ” Then Deidre said to Kathy, “I think somebody’s ready”, Kathy nodded. “Me too”, said Deirdre.
The girls turned their attention back to me. Kathy laid back with her legs spread while Deirdre sat up. Kathy lightly stroked her own clit with one finger. “Do you want to fuck her first”, said Deirdre. “Don’t worry, we’re both on birth control . We had this planned for weeks now. This is why we didn’t suggest going swimming before.”
I climbed on top of Kathy nervously. This was going to be my first time, but I didn’t say anything about it to them. Although they were both gorgeous, I especially had a thing for Kathy; she was more my type. But if both wanted to fuck me, I wasn’t going to stand in their way.
Slowly I penetrated Kathy’s pussy. She was very tight and I wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. I then broke her cherry and she winced, causing me to pull out a little. “Sweetie, it’s going to get better”, Deirdre told her.
I gently reinserted my cock in the pleasantly plump, diminutive goth girl. She seemed as though she was enjoying it more now. Deirdre was stroking Kathy’s hair and lightly kissing her while I fucked her. “Why don’t you get on top him”, Deirdre instructed Kathy. ‘It might feel even better.”
I rolled off of her. Then she straddled my cock while Deirdre got behind her and massaged her little tits. Then Deirdre said to me, “Would you like to eat my pussy while you fuck her”. I did not protest, and the five foot nine , slender, raven haired beauty put her
young twat in my face. She licked Kathy’s clit as she was riding my cock, which her long tongue would occasionally touch as well. I couldn’t hold off anymore and my cock exploded cum inside Kathy’ s pussy. Me we both out of breath.
Kathy then got off of me, and Deirdre said, “Look he’s got your cherry all over his beautiful dick. Let’s suck it and taste the both of you mixed together. Both girls tongued my cock which was covered in a mixture of cum and virgin pussy blood . They alternated between licking my cock and kissing one another. Then they stopped, and Deirdre said to Kathy, “You’re a big girl now man. How does it feel ?”
” It was great”, said Kathy smiling. She turned to me and said, “I guess by now you figured out that Deidre isn’t a virgin like me”.
“I had a boyfriend for a little while last year”, met him at a Black Flag show down at The Loft. He popped my cherry. But I’d like to feel you inside me too”.
With those words my cock was getting hard preparing for a second round……………

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